My name is Memory,
and, I, myself, am memory.
The oblivion is my enemy
and my shadows within.
As I cross mountains and valleys,
I can see my registers left,
marks reflected in the people’s eyes;
shirking the consuming shadows within.
But when I finally depart,
I can see it was only momentary.
I have now only myself to gaze upon,
and within, I can ever see a dark wheel coming…
And before I fade consumed by my shadows,
falling inside my own well of oblivion,
I will perform what is my task: remember;
remember all that will soon be lost with me.
Author notes
Written April 9th, 2006
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A contest entry
- Our Demons To Fight by Evasive Angel.
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nice good poem
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Excellent Work
This was a pleasure to read, such a unique tyle and well structured approach. Self anylitic form filled with dark emotion.
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wow...a very elegant poem...you amaze me with your words selection and definitely how you combined them and create a beautiful poem like this one...goodluck...
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It is always a pleasure to read something so very different from the normal writes here. Something philosophical and unusual. This is yet another brilliant subject you hit this time. You never fail to amaze, truly Joao!!!
Great subject and write!
Love and light,
Lencio -
Hey, Great to her, Massy. Give her my thanks
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Aali
Oh, Joao..again another unique poetry written by you.. you write about things that just attract a poet’s attention. I read one of your poetry for Mahboob –she’s my friend- and she likes it as I did.. she proud of you,too! Afarin to you man!
Thanks for sharing this sweet poem with us
~Massy~
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