simple wish

I don’t want to think about it.
As images, spoken words, and memories begin to distort.

Let me be oblivious to it.
Let me be unwavering to what is to come.

If only I can be myself for once again.
If only I can break free.
If only I can turn the situation the way I want it to be.

I would.

But I know it wouldn’t.
Things look superficially the same, like it used to be.
But is this facade going to last?
I'm prepared for the worst.

Just grant me a simple wish,

“Let the untold rest.”