I do not know if this is triggering or not but I figured better safe than sorry. Below is what I wrote because I was feeling things. Make of it what you will. To me it has a specific meaning, to others it may mean something else. That is why I love art.
moments crashing through time
wave upon wave
dragging the wary down
forcing air from the lungs which burn
unwelcome from the moment of birth
unnoticed by an unfeeling world
confusion a jumble of love, hate, abuse
moments, each one a mystery, lost.
moments remembered, each one held onto
revered and revisited, the images faded and ripped,
torn at the edges by a desperate mind.
re-watching, re-visiting
struggling to understand, to comprehend, to let go
voices of the long dead, moments lost long ago,
whispers of the past, constant reminders of old aching pain
moments, holding one captive
the past, the present, the future, a prison
the sentence unknown as the darkness grows
moments
building, growing, enormous
standing on the ledge as the moments pile up,
bits and pieces of a life lived, then lost, unremembered.
moments
pulled down, down, down,
until the light is only a pinprick,
and eventually, that too is replaced by darkness.