Missed memories, unwritten diary pages,
mixed up thoughts, a twist of reality.
Faces that blur
into obscurity.
They were
not a part of this life's story.
But somehow you remember them.
You see the faded memories
they will forever be.
In a different life, a different story
with a different version of me.
One that hadn't heard the hum.
The cold feeling
when you walk in a room
or the misremembered moments
when you swore
that things were different here before.
Memories that you remember to your core.
Now, not the same anymore.
Before you heard the hum
before the shadows started to come,
before the sound of your heart
started to drum.
Someone claims to know your face,
but you've never seen them before.
They swear they have seen you in this place,
when you've never set foot inside the door.
Displaced time and twisted landscapes.
Make your heart race.
The hum has you
firmly rooted in place.
The hum doesn't give, it only takes,
every memory - the hum's to confiscate.
All the hugs you never had,
all those cold dead stares.
Empty lifeless shells
walking through
treacle thick air.
So many dreams
never to come true.
Yet so many
nightmares lived through.
The hum drums them into you.
Those missed celebrations.
The connections,
the joyful recollections.
Not to be.
A different path for me.
Too many tears
for one man to take.
The hum inspires fear
whether asleep or awake.
Thanks for reading
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