as the passage of time eroded my shell
after years of indolence and apathy rewrote my name
while countless stars had been earning new ones
I was sat, within, expecting the reversal of entropy
that, as i hoped with every exhale
the next one in would reveal something new
the cost of desperation laced with disappointment
left me aghast, a lifetime had passed
with nothing to show but a lonely throne
the chaos, anxious to take me in its throes
mental asylum, demolished in an ocean of synaptic errors
a critical crash of form and function ensues
a waste of precious commodities unavailable again
the imagined ‘self’ progressively deteriorating in silence
time allows you to experience gravity in more ways than one
perhaps my frame will last longer than my name did.
Now this resonates.
Whoever forgot your name never knew it to begin with. Learned the hard way. Your people are out there, my friend.
Solid write.
Welcome to Stars Rite.
The dark side of the king of cups. I feel this in every pore, in the deepest recesses of my being. A powerful write! Your skill with free verse is admirable.