Only time might tell what still remains unseen

As my defences become fences

Stumbling in out of memories past and future

Finding ways to confront

The diseased fraction of the life you infected

Recovery suffocates me

Bending my previously gifted sensory perception



You and me

What did that mean?

I tried hard to master your language

But could only manage colloquial isms and schisms



In my mind I find you laughing after me

Taking pleasure in extolling the virtues of your bountiful life

I find it hard to even contemplate you being happy

Not because of the dread feeling of comparing my life to yours

But because instinctively I love and hate you from every direction



In the end there will be no end

Just open-ended suggestion

Right now I'm only here

To administer the correction