Flash

Flashing of the past
Encores of the bad times and good
Losing sanity fast
Nerves once metal, now wood

Wood with such splinter
Rotted inside out
People had every hinter
But always catered to their doubt

Eyes darting
Flying off the rim
Eyes welling
Up to the brim

Quotes from you replay
Am I going insane?
All images of you are in dismay
On the other side of the window pane

One hard blink
and sleep becomes the past
Pour a hard drink
'Cause this episode won't be the last

Kimberly Piet © 2008