Slowly,
I'm forgetting.
slowly,
I'm regretting.
slowly,
I'm losing..
All I held onto.
Slowly,
it's all coming back in pieces.
Slowly,
the rush of everything,
in my eye lids,
closed so tight,
remains a light,
that carries me through.
Slowly,
I'm haunted by what was,
what if's
and..
what happened.
Slowly..
I'm falling all over again.
Slowly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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