Everything

by greeneggsandhammi

I rack my brain, trying to pull everything, anything out of the dark inside of my brain. But all I can find is a image of those haunting gray eyes. They remind me of everything I don't remember. A poem, Percy's POV. Merlin BBC readers: please read author's note inside.

H2OSorceress: To all BBC Merlin readers please read this note! I have a poll about the location for a new fic I'm writing, PLEASE, PLEASE, vote. The only person that voted so far was me and I actually really don't care about where it is set.

QuillSilver27314 (H2O's friend):

Hey! It's me, QuillSilver again! Call me Quill, I need a nickname. So… yeah. I've been obsessively writing poetry lately. Expect a series of poems next. I choose this cover art because I like a hand trying to grasp the things it couldn't quite reach, aka memories.

I don't own Percy Jackson. Rick Riordan does. He owns my soul, too.

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No one ever reads the author's notes anyway. L

Disclaimer: Neither of us own Percy Jackson and The Olympians, nor do we own The Heroes of Olympus.

Everything I Don't Remember

All my memories

Have slowly

Drifted

Away.

To become

Nothing.

I don't remember

The name of

My own

Mother.

I don't remember

The face of

My best friend.

The laugh

Of

My girlfriend.

I don't remember

My address.

My phone number.

My family.

My life.

I can't recall

My friends.

My enemies.

My home.

I am alone

In the murky

Wasteland

I call my

Mind.

It is empty.

My mind is empty.

Of thought.

Of memory.

Of hope.

Maybe I can

Think of

Everything, anything.

If I try.

Maybe I can find my hope

In the eyes

Of the only face

I remember.

The gray eyes.

Maybe the gray eyes can help me.

Maybe they can help me find

Everything

I

Don't

Remember.