dreaming of weaving myself into
A free flowing truth,
A being without memory
Without pain.
No hatred to block me,
no curiosity to propel me.
just ever flowing on an endless
cloudy sea of peace and forgetfulness
to blank an overburdened
and deeply bruised heart.
Wishing for that end that will never be
knowing that for me,
The dreaming is all
I have to carry me.
A pain without hope
drags eternal through
What might have been…..
