[478] My Underwater Memories

Habitable ruins of memory ⁣
catch me lying ⁣
about my propensity ⁣
to forget I’m lying⁣
Rusting body of doom⁣
and lively winds that delay it⁣
at the end of my bloom⁣
Nobody can save it⁣
⁣
Nobody can save it⁣
rivers that dry ⁣
devoid of emotions⁣
I am not a stoic ⁣
I view my mistakes when⁣
they are in motion⁣
No control over keeping secrets⁣
when I’m alone and breathing⁣
⁣
When I’m alone and breathing⁣
Underwater feels like my home⁣
when I am screaming⁣
to call the last speck of hope⁣
from the voice inside, it says⁣
‘You were never really here⁣
It’s all a distorted remembrance of youth’⁣
The cloud clears
as the sun shines⁣
on my head above water⁣
for my new bloom

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Still from ‘The Shape of Water’