Isn't it funny,
How so many would rather forget me,
Than ever admit they
Had anything to do, with the decay,
That is to continue loving me?
Stripped of all remembrance,
I shall leave this world,
With no sin upon another soul.
The faces and names I owned,
All fading from any, and all idea of previous existance.
In your pain,
As wounded as you felt..,
You've done exactly as I wished you would...
How coldly does your blood flow,
Without the memory of my embrace?
I can only hope no ill effect on your conscience,
Is reaped by the demons of your mind...
God only knows how numerous they were in my absence,
Perhaps,
Hopefully,
I leave you with less than previous,
Yet somehow,
I only hope to leave you with more...
When I am no longer of this earth.
Author notes
Another attempt at recreating the brilliance of my older pieces,...somehow, i feel as though these words lack luster,and energy... is this the curse of a seasoned poet? is a lack of passion the price of wisdom?
Comments
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wow
very deep and well written
i love the frist stanza, shows the very nature of most ppl who know they are fucking up, by dropping things with out looking back too ashamed to see the damage theyve caused.
great write and ty for sharing
~ ♥ Rena ♥ ~
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I think its a good attempt. Nicely written.
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Amazing
As always, you've managed to say so brilliantly, what so many of us feel. Thanks for another great read.
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