My memory slips through my fingers slowly like grains of sand.
My thought process is steadily losing velocity,
barely remembering the moments I hold so dear.
I can't keep up,
the path laid in front of me is one I lose track of.
Selective amnesia may have something to do with this perhaps.
What is wrong with this picture?
I see it but I just can't grasp the meaning behind it.
So I keep it, only for it to be ignored and eventually forgotten in the depth of my mind
I decline to a downward spiral,
barely holding steady of mental heirlooms I hold so dear,
like finger paint projects from my kinder years.
I'm trying to see what fits, trying to see what works,
I cannot even remember what I'm worth.
Penniless and poor.
I'm not sure of what I held on to before.