An island, crafted from Broken memories and Bittersweet dreams, Lone sanctuary for those Stumbling in the dim darkness
Through seasons present and past, I walk on, gripping your hand The two of us, Surviving together
The picture rests atop a pristine ivory canvas, Strokes of ebony ink rippling across its surface, Shallow raven black streams that weave together An ornate portrait of a not so distant past Within its little hidden details, the story Of a once happy family slowly unravels
Within my mind, A dense shroud of fog Obscures an unthinkable reality
Staring in the mirror, Sunken eyes, hollow smile. Gazing ahead, Only a ghost looks back.