The Pain of Remembering©️ by Felina Silver (copyright 2025)

I wander the edges of forgotten realms,
seeking truce with shadows carved from pain.
The past is a ghost-lit forest,
where every memory chants my name in thorns.

I sink beneath tides of time’s enchantment,
where sorrow drips like moonlight
into a pool of mirrored regrets—
each ripple a vision that will not sleep.

My eyes, ringed in nocturnal ink,
tell tales of seven-night vigils
beneath starless skies—
where even silence whispers too loud.

A serpent of ache coils ’round my head,
throbbing with the rhythm
of a curse that refuses release.
My words stumble like a drunk oracle,
pretending clarity through veils of fog.

Sleep is a realm I rarely enter—
and when I do,
it fills my mind with dreams
not born of me,
but borrowed from lifetimes I can’t recall.

Sometimes, I weep
not from what was lost,
but from the door I fear to open—
the one that creaks behind every yesterday.

And so, I lie in ritual stillness,
summoning light
to break the spell of my sorrow.
Still desperate for peace,
still drowning
in the sacred ache of what was.