Wheresoever I go, immersive memories last.
Refuse myself a devouring past, never-ending hunger of times alas.
And alas my collective is a lens perspective. A focus curved in stirred with malice.
Plea I flee my mind's ingress, this mask is worn now frowns too fast.
I ask what should I seem appear, my memories are fraught with rue dismay.
I wither and shrivel in shadow my pain. Unbearable fates, are the plights my sickness makes.
Deep are my roots, I'm lost in darkness. Which way is life? I fight for each breathe raught shallow and tight.
I pray for hope having colors compliment each other, inspire conversing from within the heart.
A stillness quiet preludes a song of insight singing symphonies, "You shall not faulter focus for bright is my Light.
Persevere and blossom beyond traced fright. Mustering growth, never sever upright.
Whereby each petal unfolds a framework inlay bloomed perfect in sound and sight. Your best has yet will soon take flight."
Hope now reveals me wholly resolute and memories no longer abide me sold.