Why do we get so lost in past memories?
Seeking that place of existence from times lost,
Where everything was like a fuzzy dream,
And trust was not questioned,
But something that came naturaly,
A place we could wrap up in and close our eyes,
Keeping us safe and warm,
Like a down comforter,
That stretched from one corner of reality to the other,
Covering our eyes from deceit and pain.
How is it we lose this protective covering?
Who is it that takes our innocence,
A sibling,
A friend or fiend?
Or maybe even a lover?
Do we thank them for this life lesson,
Or do we do what our instincts tell us...
Hate them.
Can we call them demon,
Or are they just an angel in disguise;
For taking this sacred realm from our hearts,
And our mind.
Can we find a way back,
Can we be shown a way back?
Surely not if we've forgotten how to love,
And have become a creature of fear
A creature of malicous hate...
A creature of everlasting love.
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