POEM: FORGOTTEN SELF

Disappearing

You can mentally feel like you are disappearing at times, but what if it physically manifests truth?

I squint to see remnants of breath set up against a mirror I dismiss the mind games to hold my view

My vision clouds, now hard to pick out the lines I knew My silhouette fades into a rusty hue

Dissipating mist of tears and sweat Nowhere to land or reassemble

I hear my heart but misplaced my head and limbs Random ghosts take their place, not deserving to reappear

Now my hearing has been stretched with no success I listen; one more beat is all I’ve got

When I’ve disappeared for less.

When you disappear, is it abruptly, or did it drag out for years till you can’t see yourself anymore, or are you meant to be erased by others?

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