Hands wrapped tightly around the weakening thread,

Confusion and disbelief rattle throughout this head

Looking within this emptiness ,trying to fill a space,

That seperates these memories, from this forgotten place.

Sifting through a past, I thought I knew so well,

Only to find more questions, within this waking Hell.

Questioning with beligerance, for the truth is locked away.

Bound within this mind, my care taker for the day.

Hands forever fighting to with hold the grip they've gained,

Preying that with each new memory,the thread is never strained

Tomorrows now hold me back, for the fear of finding out,

Why my dreams are swept away, leaving only room for doubt.