It's amazing how one thing
one small piece of metal can mean
a town, a world, another life for one
and absolutely nothing for another
though most fall in between.
I look at it and I see
a veilhaze over the world.
I see a mindclutter, a thoughtclash.
I look at it and see
everything that I used to hate about being me.
As the haze lifted,
my mind threw the metal away
and nearly forgot its existence.
Nearly but not quite.
The phantom metal haunted me in the night.
I could feel it calling me,
beckoning for a return,
taunting me like the Siren it is.
My life, my world, all of it tainted
by one piece of metal.
When I was forced to return to the past,
I found the metal ring once more.
When I slipped it on my finger,
Everything came rushing back,
so I threw the ring away.