Stale, these memories
of what was, and is not;
tired, these thoughts of
endings, forever walking
backwards, living in a past
I can't recover.
Lamenting the dead,
forgetting
that the living are who matter;
caught up in the cycle
of only wanting
what I can never have again.
Author notes
Not sure exactly what you're looking for...if I failed miserably, let me know, maybe I'll try again.
A contest entry
- when poetry happens by Dienush.
1250 points, ended July 13, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow, this poem is very moving in its simplicity. I like the past-present, dead-alive antitheses, they add very much to this piece, and I definitely know what you mean. This is exactly how I was feeling today. Thanks for your entry.
~Diana
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through life there are so many ghosts in us, ones of long since friendships, of youth into far off futures. for me your thoughts sing of not only the past, but as well the ghosts whom still wait for us in the future.
take care poet, You deserve GOLD!!! 
~pithyAplomB.
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