Five years ago flew by

Now, already remote

The rolling of the years

They’re already afloat

Your past self

Already a ghost

 

When you stand still

You begin to grieve your previous skins

Wonder why you had to forget and kill

Old personalities just to multiply new

So, you cling on to specific moments

Promise not to forget, you never will

 

But it is not unique to shed 

(Though that doesn’t remove nature’s cruelty)

The twenty intense life moments where you bled

Drop down savagely in your head

To just ten, before five, vague and numb

To just stories, the connection dead 

 

It’s not just the details that are removed

It’s the feeling in them too - it’s the you

It feels like someone else’s life

Though you know that’s not true

And you can’t shake this feeling

That your past life was stolen from you

 

And before we know it,

We are only left with the ‘now’

It’s a lonely hole, a darkening pit

The rest of you will be swallowed down

Forcing your rebirth, sentenced to the present

You’re forever to be a newborn in the here and now

 

Your memory loss is designed to go on unsevered

We are cursed to be helpless children forever