…trance …blank

What is this place of no windows to flood my eyes?

The quiet-surely I am alone?-is unnatural and frightening

Stimulation and flashback pierce my mind  Fragmentary asymmetry

I remember nothing but feel shivering pain

I remember nothing; just the vestiges of your dear face and past

The voice echoing in my mind seems to call to me now…

Dramatic flashbacks in my mind   Fragmentary asymmetry

I cannot retrieve them; even if this cynical reality would break me

I wish I could…I can’t forget the memories of flesh and blood which still call…

‘I don’t understand at all…yet you are beloved…’

Although I realize I know this,

Why do I know it?

…that, I cannot recall…