ROCKED

As the base core of your very being is rocked.
The memories
flood back.
Screaming as if they have a say.
What the hell happened
This day.
To make you scream
shout to the heavens
above.
Even if by chance
they were not involved
Your world
crumbling
round your feet.
The beat beneath
the street.
Calls
Begs
Does not forget
It is not over,
Never over
yet.
To pass the time
of the sublime
as you move down
life’s street.
Questioning the very
existence
of your feet.
Your being
cast aside
As you reach out
Others hide.
Simply being
a part of your life
your world
Disappearing
in the matrix
as you wish for them
to
just come home
again.
Their claws dig.
Rip you inside.
Yet you have not a
place,
a place to hide.
Death
comes
in despair.
While my mind
cries.
Are you there?
Do you care?
Sending me
to an unannounced
doom.
Does not matter
if scars heal,
The memories resume.
Eating at my very soul.
Death even in silence.
Will take its toll.
Conceding to what has come,
it is them,
not me,
Who has won.