Feelings fade, the last image remains strong
emerging as phantom in dreams, terror
exactly as I felt that fateful day
leaping out of bed as if late for work
in a jolt of terror to bear witness
nothing but this image remains, my fears
gain strength in dreams working out my problems
sleeping within strong memories, a ghost
finds her way to attend and I wake up
asking myself why do the feelings fade
diminish over time, a month or two
endless fights meaningless in twenty years
truth is a twisted bar of gold, deformed
however it remains as valuable
exactly as it is once melted down
lingering within memory is loss
as time pushes forward, the strong image
steals value from other happier times
transmits certain values of the present
images of the past are meant to fade
muddled with lost feelings, sorrow in loss
aspects of this process gain momentum
gain strength to overcome all suffering
even when the sorrow is bittersweet
restlessly re-engaged with memories
enticing the sick muse to remember
memories that make me smile at my loss
arguments fade as balloons of time burst
insert an impression, never fading
never diminishing, vengeance is mine
sickness guides the sick muse to overcome
sickness for strength, to remember the good
the happiness lost with departed souls
remember joyful moments together
ordinary people get in the way
normalize abnormal events in grief
grief is where joy is not, but truth is found
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