Witness, All that I can be sometimes
Neither away nor near
Caught in the imagination
Of the possibilities that can never be.
Hesitating, To move forward
Lost in endless thoughts
Fearing that if I forget
Was it ever true ?.
Wondering, If I can ever feel at peace
With the memories I bear
Mending shattered pieces,
Or breaking further, beyond repair.
Waiting, For the last embers
To light the shadows within
Or burn down everything.
Their fumes scream with hope.
Searching, For a road
Which can whisper the secret
The map to forgotten melodies
The place I’ve longed to be all along.
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