The memory, the moment, of one time,
Every day reflecting in my mind,
The sound of silence,
Wind rushing round my body,
The chill running through my veins,
Freedom just moments before me,
Solitude my future,
Pain holding time still,
The moonlight reflecting across the water,
The feeling of nothingness,
The water reflecting movement yet stillness,
My soul holding my breath,
A moment I didn’t want to end,
Yet I was desperate to be gone,
A moment of time that I felt finally real,
The darkness below me,
The moonlight above me,
The ground beneath my feet irrelevant,
Taking a deep breath, wanting this moment to last,
Yet praying it would be all over soon,
I awake from my dreams, take a moment to realise,
Realise this is nothing but a memory,
A memory that was once a true reality,
A reality I desire once again, but desire loses to this reality,
Reminded my life is not of my control,
Reminded who I am, is nothing,
Time moves on, memories are all I hold,
The feeling of being at one with my soul,
Past, a path once walked, no longer here,
Do I sit and pray for this feeling again,
Or do I resign my body to a unknown future,
Do I give up all hope of peace,
For a uncertainty I cannot control,
Each day my tears fall,
Each day I feel myself falling,
Each day another day further from that beautiful memory,
I pray for the solitude once more,
I pray for the moment once more,
I pray for the beautiful memory,
For only then will my soul find peace.
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