Bring Me Anew
frost covers my mind
a crisp unforgiving thought
protecting me from another
thought grows rapidly
I worry
that it grows too fast
rushing past me I yell STOP!
but the thought doesn't listen
too fast
too loud
Wait!
I cry, in frenzied fear
frozen but unprotected
it is already past
why do I still see and feel it?
I ask over and over
it's just a memory
Copyright © Lyra Pendragon | Year Posted 2019
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