• it was a desolate plane
    with thick cloying mist
    in the sky my life was
    unwinding like photoplay
    to the north was my visage
    aging with the memories
    that pass through it
    i noted times of hardship
    and some joyous times
    i witnessed how formidable
    times became more arduous
    with the inclusion
    of joyous memories
    and good times seemed
    uneffected by
    even my worst memories
    i turned from the scene
    and kept walking
    recollection heavy
    face decrepit
    i realised
    that had i never known
    happiness
    i would have never known
    true anguish