To Our Denial

The art of losing is not hard to learn

To lose, forget, and leave behind

Forget one moment, never to return

Surreptitiously declined.

The first cut is the deepest, so they say,

The anger of an anxious mind

Once acquainted with this constant loss

It leaves you without clues behind

I lost the reason, lost the thought,

lost the sense it almost got

forgot the reason why to yearn;

accepting to unlearn.

Down, down we glide

Downgrade our inner pride

Down, down the spiral

To our denial...

A million memories quietly steal away

Without us knowing they are gone

All they leave us is a BLEARY sense

That something totally went wrong