Dirty White

The
hour glass
sits still on
my overhead bed.

I
contemplate,
hypnotize the
morbid eyes of
the secret soul
under my breath.

I
feel myself.
The underneath
of my skin
denies me.

What
breaks me
echo on and
on until I
see the world
stops rotating.

I
exist to fall,
I exist to fail,
I exist to remember,
I exist to forget.

All
I need is
one explanation
why we ended
so seemingly.

2015