Holding on to the memories,
living them day by day.
Not living for the future,
but getting lost in the past.
Why is it that what we had,
seems more real than what we have?
Is it our refusal of growing old,
have we blown our chances of finding gold?
If we were to be someone else,
would we still share the same dreams?
Like holding on to a ghost you can't see,
but you know it still walks beside you.
Forever reminding you of what you've lost,
trying to compensate by dreaming more.
But dreams can not replace what is gone,
though what wonderful places we go in our heads.
There are no solutions or answers,
this world is dammed, we are all dead.
A contest entry
- we are also what we've lost by jeremiah abel.
600 points, ended October 1, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Intriuging, raw and very relatable
I really enjoyed the depth and reality of this, the final line kinda slapped me in the face ... very cool!
Best of luck!
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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