Why are all so eager to
bulldoze all of the memories
we have shared together?
All is crumpled and torn apart.
My heart is ripped with
the little things that
remind me of how things were.
So what now? Do you think it will all get better?
What about the good days?
Have they all been washed away?
Are they that distant?
It is useless fighting it now.
I can’t get my memories back.
They have been drowned with
all of the blood that has been shed.
We have become prisoners
of this place and there is no way out.
No light, just pitch darkness.
I can feel the water filling up
my lungs, it is suffocating me.
Eventually I will give in,
and let my last air bubble
float up, and my body will become numb.