Unfinished Echoes 02 UE M - 1:51

"Unfinished Echoes" aims to resonate with broad audiences who appreciate authenticity, raw emotions often taboo to discuss, and the human struggle for self-expression. It speaks to anyone who has faced trauma and understands the profound power of art as a means of healing.

Over a decade has come and gone since my service ceased,
You can see it in the hair that's grown, a testament to peace.
I let it flow for those who couldn't, who trimmed it for the task,
To empower those who hid behind their mask.

How could I forget the memories I vowed to keep,
As time weaves its tapestry, through memories it seeps.
The details of the calls, crisis after crisis, faded with time,
Lost in the labyrinth of burnt neural rhyme.

My wife and I embarked on a journey, into my mental maze,
To retrieve the fragments of the past, to pierce through the haze.
Amidst the tangled pathways, we unearthed a forgotten scene,
A lady with a kitchen knife, an assault, a domestic, so obscene.

"Back out," I said, "this is a crime scene, let's not intervene,"
A pool of blood, a tragedy, a moment so extreme.
The memory was locked away, tucked in a mental fold,
Brought back to light with a simple prompt, stories untold.

How could I forget this tragedy, so vivid, so clear,
Locked in the drawers of my mind, a constant frontier.
What else lies hidden in these mental halls?
What's lost to the sands of time, as my memory slowly falls?

Is it the nature of the mind to shed its load,
Or should I be concerned about the memories it erodes?
As my mental archive empties, call after call,
I wonder what's lost in the recesses of it all.