words said
with such conviction

later was nothing more than fiction
you muttered for the making of a net
a lead, a rope
I put around my own neck

years have passed
sacrifices made
honor, responsibility, or burden gained?

are my vows really my own?
or were they just another stone?
another stone to seal your fate
to be left behind and forgotten
are all those memories nothing but rotten?

filled with hate to oath
your burden to bear
yet you started to care

when?
why?
where?

Why?
why?
why?

Why create such belief
when it's just to be cast aside
stained with grief

What is real?
what is not?
what's the truth that I sought?

Who to trust?
Where to run?
Why can't I see
even in the sun?

Stars lost
shattered hearts
with no hope
of light to spark

how can I be
the dandelion seed
when I don't even know
what I need

or who to be



Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 947 AF.