I gather the memories that I have
I live through the remaining signs of an unlived life
including my existence...
I walked through the road, that you showed me to begin
I remember the mistakes that i made
I suffer the seconds that i have lived
I lay upon the remnants of my broken dreams
insecure is my being...
I fly among the ghosts, that you made me to see
I join the leaves and they fall
I soothe beneath the birds and they cry
I seek within the visions of a better world
incomplete is my poetry...
I step aside from own grave, that you dug for me to keep
© Thymournia, 2012