The patchwork quilt

I taste the ashes of your memory upon my tongue,

A gift from the past,unwanted yet needed.

Time pulls me ever forward, but the whispers

Of the past drive their nails down my back.

I am a patchwork quilt, stitched together from

The threads I have greedily held within;

Bits of dreams, hopeful thoughts, wants and needs.

I am King of a castle surrounded by nothingness.

No one walks my hallowed grounds, there are no walls

to keep out the darkness.

I am Master of the void, a chasm without a bottom,

The unceasing fall.

And I am content.

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