Within my own broken self I look for hidden parts of you. You, the destroyer; I am your victim - For now, at least, our roles are reversed.
I climb the steps to the top of a fountain - The imaginary steps, the ones we invented; And I reach the fountain that never existed, To drink from its memories - torn and twisted.
Do you remember how it all started On that fateful night not meant to happen? It happened though, despite all odds - Its pain enduring, its memories blurred.
No longer knowing what’s real and what’s a dream, I crawl through the day not daring to scream. With one wish only - to reach the night, So I can beg it for shelter and a brief respite.
The imaginary comfort of welcoming darkness, A cruel illusion that inevitably shatters As soon as the first beam of all baring light Casts a fierce spell with all its might.
Thus I’m left with another day to crawl through; With promises that are fantasy - none of them true, Longing for the arrival of the merciful night With its false comfort to sleep by my side.
Copyright: Nara Hodge 2018