Faded War
A Poem

Time is of the essence, like all things, it is so essential; you forget.
A man is someone who pretends his manliness, like all things; the hiss of the “s” escapes through the scales of a woman’s heart. She only feel(s)
silent.
I thought of my mother,
and then I thought once more, never to remember
again.
Lock that memory into the currents of repression.
She lost me and I lost her, a soft tone, reminiscent of
Of a faded war.
Like all things — you forget Sometimes, the essence of things; Catching you adrift, in the manic Coalescence of identity.
Does time tell significant Change? I do believe so, so To speak
Time will heal all Regressions,
Into one infinite Faded war.






