I know what forever is, it’s the illusion of Light. Nothing lasts but my heart.
There is no tunnel, no end in sight.
I will be watching as every beautiful flower —
Conduits of love, keepers of Light —
Grow weak and wither before my wide eyes.
The world fades and I am doomed to remain, to move on with the planet,
Tirelessly spinning and bringing me further from my own life — never a reward in sight.
Time took away the laughter from my childhood.
The truth slithered in between my teeth,
It left behind a trail of regrets.
I watched fallen petals spell out the end
Before they even hit the ground beneath.
My garden is a travesty, my smile is a burial ground.
Time does not heal.
It steals all the petals,
Breaks any brittle stalk
To build Its magnificent crown
Made of withered flowers
And rotten bones.
I know my skull will be Its centrepiece eventually, as I have selfishly watered these flowers with tears squeezed from my own heart. Eventually will not come soon enough, however. This song will never end on time, I’m afraid — I will be the last one to leave the stage.
Time will not heal.
The grief simply dries like a painting:
Once lightfast, it will stand the trial of time.
Never forgotten, nor left behind.