Sifting Through Time
This is one of my entries in this poetry contest.
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Sifting through memories, nothing good comes to mind
All these thoughts and feelings I'm told I'll understand in time
They say time heals, but it also wounds
Piling pain up, when I have no room
I wasn't asked to play, and although it's free of charge
They were unwillingly put infront of me, like a deck of moving picture cards
I'm closing my eyes, but I cannot refuse
This haunting "gift" that's the bearer of bad news
My intention of distancing doesn't do much
When through every attempt, my mind's still stuck
No blanks, no static; I see it very clear
Like I'm there, and it's right here
Skipping and replaying, it makes no sense
I make no connections, though it feels like I'm living it again
No button to pause, unable to stop
I don't care to reminisce
Yet, I have this reminder who's salting the cut
Just when I hide the pieces, they're taken back out
If this is to help, please show me how
I've been through this before, what's different now?
It's in the past, let's leave it there
Instead I'm sitting here, pulling back the layers
Analyzing all that's been done
At times it's too much, but I cannot run
This album is open and cannot be locked
This nightmare is real and cannot be stopped
I'm not even sleeping and I cannot wake up
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Sifting through memories, nothing good comes to mind
All these thoughts and feelings I'm told I'll understand in time
They say time heals, but it also wounds
Piling pain up, when I have no room
I wasn't asked to play, and although it's free of charge
They were unwillingly put infront of me, like a deck of moving picture cards
I'm closing my eyes, but I cannot refuse
This haunting "gift" that's the bearer of bad news
My intention of distancing doesn't do much
When through every attempt, my mind's still stuck
No blanks, no static; I see it very clear
Like I'm there, and it's right here
Skipping and replaying, it makes no sense
I make no connections, though it feels like I'm living it again
No button to pause, unable to stop
I don't care to reminisce
Yet, I have this reminder who's salting the cut
Just when I hide the pieces, they're taken back out
If this is to help, please show me how
I've been through this before, what's different now?
It's in the past, let's leave it there
Instead I'm sitting here, pulling back the layers
Analyzing all that's been done
At times it's too much, but I cannot run
This album is open and cannot be locked
This nightmare is real and cannot be stopped
I'm not even sleeping and I cannot wake up