Stolen Moment

A moment lost I cry for now. Memories fuzzed by the event that stole from me. I long for that moment back to piece together this shattered self I am. Confusion mounts as I slowly slip further away. More determine than ever to regain the time gone. Most know not this anger I feel. How it comes to life and consumes my time. It slips further away each time I try. Failure to receive that memory lost angers me further to a breaking point. Angry I am I push away from those who do not understand. Bitter angers wells inside me to all I am is an emptied shell. For the stolen moment I remember not.