Stuck in a time loop
I am the Russian doll
Layer after layer
I unravel time
Like a cloak
Woven into my flesh
The tick tock
That I one believed was
My father
Time
He played piano
As I sang along
But the sand came
Pouring down
So we had to rewind
Reverse
What we thought
Was a curse
So we turned
Everything
Upside down
Until my crown
Fell to the ground
And I forgot
What I had found
Like Alzheimer’s
I wore my memories
Under my skin
Trying to pull them
To the surface
But then drowning
Again
Reliving
Remember
Remember
Remember
You
Are
The
Portal
Home.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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