I don't know my name.
I don't know who I have become in the rain
Of another blazing, hot summer day
Where there is no sun but heat and miles and miles of gray.
.
I don't know my name but didn't I used to?
When my fingers were cold and my lips were blue,
I am certain that I knew exactly who
Was piloting this misshapen ship through this catch-22.
.
It's all gone to shit,
And that's the joke, isn't it?
.
The letters of my name unravelled into strings and then rope,
Frayed around the edges, a clear reminder of the death of hope.
Entropy seizes us all and it has gotten me too
Because I can't remember my name, I haven't got a clue.
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About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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