by Alisha P.
The memories confuse and drown the narrator. The narrator is lost with his/her life.
It always feels like everything's alright, but I always dream that I'm drowning.
All the waves look through my history. The memories that are on the ground.
I look at my soul, wondering where am I?
I feel lost. I keep wondering why?
The ocean, the sea, where shall I be?
Even I don't know as I'm fake smiling.
As I walk on the path, I wonder if it's heaven or hell?
The time that ticks on the wall, Where's the bell?
I close my eyes, but all I see is nothingness.
Many may see the light, but all I see is darkness.
Standing on a ledge, I wonder if this is how I died.
All these memories, I know I've pried.
In the silence, it is loud.
The many I seek; are very proud.
There was once a time when I could wish.
But, now all I can do is watch the waves swish.
There are many that seek an end.
However, I don't know where my story went.
I can't exactly remember where I put my knife.
The one that killed all that time with my life.