It gets better.
Does it get better?
Does it really?
Or does the memory just become faded?
But at one word does it become a mural of dark midnight colors taking over your mind?
Taking over ever thought, and inch of time.
So, does it get better?
Or do we just fight its tune?
Yet, at one word it's no longer the faded memory, but the current time, tick and tock with the clocks.
Does the world just not seem to stop, and the panic rise when it's brought back to life?
But the statement was it gets better.
If anything it becomes a healed wound that leaves a jagged scar for all to see, and at one strike of midnight it comes back with its memory,
a very vivid reality.
CZYTASZ
In Between The Lines
PoezjaCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
