LITERARY| Pace

LITERARY| Pace

by: ZAKI

Lest coming the day, I forget the times my soul grew weary Then grab ahold of what I've left, and whisper not an elegy Elegantly, fare me with what's passed that was once dead to me Aid me in making peace with my beautiful, dark, twisted fantasies.

And maybe then will I see; I would not have done anything differently If it was another choice, it could never amount to a difference All that I have become is nearing me such a distance In sinking it all in love, those days I once believed were my deep ends.

Days I was bleeding sugar, days I asked for the stars Were days I’d stayed too far, days I laughed with scars Days I didn’t care at all for who and what you are Maybe so I won’t forget, I’ll keep those days in a jar.

As for when I was troubled, I was with a smile. For when the time was wasted, it felt seemingly worthwhile Because for what was, was what held me up today For what I did before, life stopped feeling the same.

Only now do I understand; you're the one I call for power You, strolling beside me in my deepest and darkest hours Nothing can stand against me, just as long as I remember Everything that had happened will free me from disaster

This is an ode not to whom but to a moment in history A blissful bittersweet bloom of times before was ecstasy Now to torment all of that would then call for the end of me In facing tomorrow that is today, I will fight along with my memory.