a Poem By Raquel Swann
You will eventually face a mirror
And in distance behind your
You will see the emptiness which remains
Of a house once filled with love.
Memories of happiness will
Flutter across your mind
Bleeding sores upon your face
Those new friends of yours didn’t care for you
As much as you cared for them.
Still you cling to a syringe
For dear life
Within a love affair you cant end.
That is your future
We are your past.
Time machines don’t exist
But knowing what you know now
Would you allow these outsiders entry
Into your sacred temple again?
A few moments amongst the clouds
Seemed a good idea at the time.
When you come crashing into the earth
No one will be there to catch you.