Dysphoria Poem by Mycho Jamil

The howling wind and the rapid rain;
the storms accumulating and the thunder roaring,
they echo my broken heart and my shattered mind.
There are things that you want to come back, to happen again,
yet what has happened remains in the past;
A memory shall forever be a memory.
Hearts are bruised and scarred, yet they heal,
but the mind is an ocean of memories and thoughts
that no one can ever escape from. You get drifted
away by its currents and then drown.

Let me go back, I want to go back to
where the sun radiates our smiles,
to when our tears unravel and our hands intertwine,
to where our hearts converge, where the universe cares,
to the very moment where our eyes met.
Why do things have to change? Why can't everything stay the same?
A moment of bliss that I seldom get isn't enough
to satisfy the burning desires of my heart.
The sound of your voice carrying the words that unraveled
all the knots is now a voice that I can only hear in my mind.

It's cruel to leave a person behind,
thinking that you've put everything off the shelves;
but you left that person with something that retrogrades-
You left that person with memories.
Remembering is the easy part. Forgetting isn't.
And now my only salvation is our memories that
either completes me or tears me apart.
Ironic, isn't it?