Such a Strange Time
The last few weeks have left me damaged and advancing.
This whole year feels estranged and altered- my scars are now dancing.
I have the knowledge, but not the ability-
I can’t discern between the progression of time, and the delusions that will one day feel silly.
But for now, my laughs are only from distress.
As I turn cold from lack of rest.
Please, someone, follow me to a different time.
A year ago before the pain turned my memories to slime.
I can only exist in what I can recollect.
My scattered sanity will one day reconnect.
But for now, the present is not intact.
Until I am brought back to life by a panic attack.
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