Forgotten

this is my release
this is my surrender

this is how I paint my words,
this is how I shelter

and I let them fall
- like empty basins -
like drops.

crashing and crumbling
spilling - across the floor

the expectation of what lies beyond,
like an old friend that's quick to anger
and much quicker to burn

visiting,
always to linger
but never to stay

this is my release
this is my shelter

this is where I lick my wounds
this is where I tend to them

alone is when I see myself
and this is how I take them

swallowed
broken
dissolved into time

perceived among my thoughts forgotten
unable to mutter or even to cry out

this moment may last forever
this instant of self-believe
as soon as we've all forgotten
as long as we all shall live