Cancer

Slow yet fast

Unobtrusive

Worlds unfold

split into illusions

Manifested premonitions

I often behold

vulnerable conditions

await my waking soul

In fear of memories that will definitely last

My subconsciousness is who reveals my past

I am not my body but my body is mine

A vehicle I simply witness from time to time

In rare moments do we lucidly intertwine

Only for entities to convict me of my crime

Regret and remorse found nonexistent

Shame and anxiety remain coexistent

Fourth dimension

is my ocean’s vortex

no escape

from either of my cortex

I cling to my inscape

My eyelids open

Waves washed me ashore

I wake before the beginning of this lore