Watching time pass through a foggy lens

Going mute on memories

Writhing in pain and agony

I thought this was worth the wait

I walk with a glimmering gold

Crinkles adorning my eyes

A few having a glance of my heart

A misty wistful wish it is

Muffled sounds which don’t carry

Sinking as I try to pretend

I forgot how I did it

Do I snort, or do my eyes become small?

Or they just brighten up

Is it loud or a silent one?

As I have become now

It mocks the anguish I feel

I sit alone and brood

I wish I had it to see

If it was for real.