Forgetting

i website chooses a random word to write about, this is what i produced.

There is something, maybe?

something wavering, or maybe it's not there

hidden in fog

maybe an image

an ink-blotted film roll

short, with jagged edges and obscured

voices

in my head saying things

i can't hear,

i don't know.

But I was there one day

who am i living in?

who was this person i am?

my mind is slower than its

secrets

will i ever catch this mystery

that has been my life?

To feel the dark scene in my mind

is to feel a black hole in my stomach.  

Reviews

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i really liked the last two lines of this write,
This is amazing and such depth. like this!