Untitled but Entitled

There's a memory climbing through my brain,
its claws snagging the fabric of my peace.
Benevolent eye looking down on a beautiful disaster...
but it blinks far too long.
No rewind button to press. No time machine to hop in.
No clock to reverse.
There are no words to paint the picture.
Simon said...
Time, time, time
See what's become of me.
While I looked around for my possibilities.
Kweli said...
Another night slips away.
There are no words I should say. There are no words you should say.
There are no words...
And they're right.