have you cried in mirrors of walls you miss
a bedroom of wrong in the memories of our childhood
hearing screams like echoes bouncing from walls
staring at ceilings at dawn
wondering where dark goes when it goes
like voices in the back of my mind
repeating conversations of a darkened man
in burnt forests we divide feelings and emotions
failing to understand the quiet
we’re bouncing in rhythm for rhymes we understood
but looking in swamps for fright of our reminisce
i remember to remember
not because it’s wanted
but because it’s necessary
for time to exist
for bliss to twist
for life to experience
and hands to shape the dark
which coexists
where everyone goes when they go