I remain- if that is what its called

Where nothing is what it seems to be

Stranded at a desert oasis of a winter

A place where broken things are left

As if that was their intended destiny

And nothing ages faster nor any slower  

But from time to time, time itself stalls

And harder for my heart to stay in sync

I’ve sipped from ancient glacier waters       

But nothing tastes as bitter as the oceans     

Like the truth of someone’s broken promises  

My memories do change with the weather          

I’ve become a mosaic of what I used to be

After the world was finished… with me


Poet of the Light © 2023

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