The details are slipping through my fingers,
Emptiness is all that lasts,
But why this hopelessness,
Connected to the confounding memory of my past?
Was it a tragedy?
Or was I pleasantly surprised?
The details are since lost to me,
Yet they left me fragmented.
Collecting every shattered piece,
I tried to solve this puzzle in my head,
However, Missing shards of the story,
I was left helpless as my wounds bled.
And though I still try to fill in the blanks,
The gaps that obscure my vision,
I have become accustomed to facing failure,
Accepting oblivion as my constant companion.