By Nova Orduy

ON THE FRINGES OF THOUGHT
TEASING OBLIVION
DESPAIR WROUGHT
FROM THE WAVES OF DISTANT TIME
OH, TO BE FORGOTTEN
A DESIRE ONCE FOR PEACE
NOW TO NOT GET LOST IN
THE RHYTHM OF LIFE
TICK… BY… SLOWLY
TIME’S GENTLE DECAY
BE TENDER TO MY LONELY
DESPERATE, DIMINISHING SOUL