Fugue

Where did all the hours go?
How was it my time was spent?
I recall the feeling, but
Don’t know where my memories went

Here inside this empty class
Hours passed in silent gloom
Close, but very far away
As though in a distant room

Heart was pounding, words unspoken
Desperate dreams of vague desire;
I was blind – or you were blinding –
My invisible attire

Why is it I can’t recall
Anything but how I felt?
Why do I still feel the bruise
Where once was an angry welt?

Ah, these lights fluorescent humming
Swept me through my dullest days
Sang to sleep my dormant mem’ry
Gifting me
Soothing
Malaise

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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