The last droplet of pain
Vaporized beyond the stratosphere of memory,
When I said “hello”, this morning.
For long, I have been trying
To please you
To please me
Smiling, walking and talking
Like a man, I never was
To placate someone, who wasn’t…
A figment of imagination
Can be a universe unto itself –
We love, forget, repent
and recreate images.
As a distant mirror cracks –
Its shards tear the sense of time
in my heartbeat
it’s a different world
than the image of past
where people like me
can live for themselves
and so can your memories;
they’re finally free…
Please tell me what you think
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Freedom
is the hope and ideal of everyone. Many have the same kind of chains: expectations, reputations, all illusions. You describe them and shatter them - well done.
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this was soothing to read i like how you expressed the fredom of setting free memories i tell you for me its a relief i enjoyed your story
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