The older I get
the more I fade.
I stare at my past
with vacant eyes
so rich it seems in this bland instant
the scents float back to me
wisps of memories
so carefree
I’ve died inside
or perhaps just my muse.
She seemed so young and lithe
as if her youth would never end
but looking back...
even then she had begun to age.
The wrinkles were so faint
as if they’d been imagined.
light creases upon perfection
rays of sunlight...
... sunlight causes cancer.
Cancer of the skin,
cancer of the mind
it eats away,
ravenously trying to fill itself
eating away all that is good and healthy
and destroying all else in the process.
This cancerous growth
eating away, destroys my inspiration
all that is left is a hollow shell
begging for me to release her from the pain
but like a true destroyer
I hold on even the memories are gone.
and still she suffers.
Author notes
A bit apathetic tonight. I shouldn't even post this as I know it's crap, but perhaps someday if my muse gets her 2nd wind, I'll be able to make something of it. Apathy is despair. Perhaps I should let this rest and quit wishing for something that's not meant to be.
Written August 1st, 2005
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painfully beautiful
Perhaps you don't realize it, but you are my muse. You inspire me to be more then I ever thought I could. You inspire me to live. You inspire me. -
weird... but good... i agree with the short n sweet comment bout the cancer thing... just a tad bit obvious... but it was good!! keep it up!!
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Hmm, I think this is very well written, but the cancer reference was a little too drawn out. Other than that, it's a very admirable poem. Good job
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