If this is the last poem I write,
let me draw blood from the right vein.
Let the words be honest and real,
and the sentiment be as pure
as the heart of the one I loved.
Let me touch her soul
so that she will always know
that despite my callousness
passion always flowed.
Let this poem then be my symbol,
as my lasting farewell,
a testament left to stand,
though she will never read these words.
If this is the last poem I write,
let me strike the right chord,
let music fill the room
what the heart does not feel.
Let her see with her eyes
the truth of these lines,
that, though, they do not alter,
they stand on their own.
If this is the last poem I write
let it speak in a voice unfamiliar,
not in shadows and echoes
off the walls of Plato's cave,
Let these words show no illusions.
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Sad and sincere. The road to closure with scenic overlooks of reflection and retrospect ultimately leads to a new voice I think.
I'm glad "the last poem I write" wasn't literal. I see it as a desire or hoping the words would finally put the process to rest by leaving no unfinished business. Saying what the narrator needed to say openly and clearly.
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It was the last poem I wrote on this subject.
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What is spittle?
Poem is beautiful!!!
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You aren't supposed to find the old stuff. Oh wait, there is no new stuff. I like this one though, it says exactly what I wanted to say, with no affectation...I don't think.
Spittle...spit...remember the spit comment, lol I re-read that comment, I was wrong, I was just very defensive that day, though I'm not sure there was any other way to be then...anyway, you were supposed to avoid the mad Yem stuff, but thanks, I am glad you read this one.
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