It is the state in which the world blurs,
the mind becoming a melting puddle of liquid,

^^ loved the metaphors here ... well penned...

Where obscure memories play, rewind and replay,
uncertain whether it is from the past or a false reality.
This time, the silence is not deafening, where vision

loved these stanza... so beautifully penned and expressed... we never know it is false reality or not until its over... such touching lines...

There is peace, this time.

^^loved the ending... it gives a soothing feeling as well as it is sad...

wonderful write...