Poem: Bright


And there you have it
You don’t know which face is yours anymore
How would you know at all
So he doesn’t trust you
And so you leave

And amidst all warnings
you rise again each day to wonder
Wait, how is that a story
When a story usually starts with something happening
Something was happening
And someone was killed
But it wasn’t you and you didn’t kill them

So the next day you went insane
Short story, isn’t it
And now you don’t know who you are
But one thing is for sure:

You will make them alive again
You will make them good again
You will end this

And there you have it.