Memories

28 Feb 2020

Thoroughly set in, isolation is my companion

Friends gone, alive and dead, have moved past this

I try not to linger, try not to falter as I push on

Past the times we had, once shining reality

Now just faded portraits of times less lonely

The memories give me heart, I can surely

Find times like that again, time spent speaking nothing and everything

Believing every word said was more profound than the last

Every word was gospel, and every action sin

Trying to follow moral compasses with ever-changing Norths

A life not oft lived, followed to the grave religiously

A life not meant for many, but for a proud few

I believe the few are the unlucky, for this life is hard

There is hardly quarter, hardly mercy, hardly hope

Believing only the worst, hoping only the best

Stuck in the limbo between both and flailing

I do my best to make peace but the memories

Make it hard to please the righteous

Make it hard to follow the damned