Moments

Those moments came when it was yesterday
I lost them in the mail, such a absent minded child
But no response I expect from this enclosed space
I must linger with poetry in memories not aware
The futile emotion, lost enchantment, why I must wait
Before the moon lose its glow, I endangered myself
Falling into the navigations of your insanity, we must endure
Just tell me the meanings of this dreams, I…
Am so confused, emotionally disperse and go forward to mourn
Searching lost volumes of your verses filled of gore
Talk to the winds and see if I can survive, to find the scents
So I can try to pour this desolation, disappointment filling my lungs
Make myself go and never glance back with remorse
A shell so burned that emptiness doesn’t know where to end
Just failed to be, to achieve my purpose in between puzzles
Drained to lived a lie through thou
Scraped unto the haze, and then I saw me, but then…
I lost them in the implication, while I become you!

...Those moments came when it was still noon.