Forget The Past

~ tearful eyes, staring far and wide,

my right hand acts as the guide,

as I try,

to dry...

my eyes,

~ my fingers acting as the ‘window wiper’,

as I recover from the many pseudo-bullets fired from a sniper,

things aren’t as they once were,

everything now... just seems to me like a shadowy blur,

~ i see your pale face loom,

in the sunshine...

in the reflection of the river Rhine,

and in the ever - waxing crescent moon,

~ i wait...

and I wait,

hoping to receive an update,

but who really knows what we await,

and most importantly what will become... of my fate,

~ how do I explain...

i cannot process all of ‘this’ through my brain,

for a blood clot develops in my right retinal vein, i present with a haemorrhage in my right eye,

i question, what does this imply?

~ I see double,

i see you in a self-imposed bubble,

I try in vain to wipe ‘your’ eyes clean,

but your screen,

takes me back to that horrendous scene,

~ i try to sleep,

but my mind awakes upon hearing a subtle beep,

in fear I rise,

i feel my toned thighs,

and i rise from my bed,

i then question... have I just risen from the dead?

~~ forget the past... ​

24/10/2020