time iv

to myself, i cannot lose focus. that picture in the mirror, i will always notice

how faded the lines – how blurred what’s exposed

what once was defined, i now am my ghost

i seek absolution, remain here for some purpose that i know not, but one thing’s for sure

i existed at a time – a place that i felt

real, alive and in mind – my own true self

body and soul – it all meshed together. not tearing or faded, like the strongest of tethers