Poem by me
'Failure'
What was once so close seems now as a dream,
above we played, innocent and young...
Now it all stands as a painful regret,
Time is a burden that it cant self repair,
became one with what mattered,
bitten on ignorance and now numb to its energy
...remember that time we danced with glee...
flawless angels...
free from thought, feeling or logic,
connected to a factor, a cycle that began and became, over and whatever
our smiles spoke,
It sighed, and came careening down so far,
A second it takes from intent and regret...
Echos, similar to what came undone in the past,
Manages to step out of the images in my mind,
...a dark place I left you to forget me,
so distanced and far from any unbearable thought again,
you manage to break and endure across,
you manage to remind so much of scars I thought I had healed over,
I dig and find, bleed and destroy,
loose and ressurect, deconstruct and edify,
Sore to a reminder,
...ghosts and wraiths to occupy,
The distorted memories of you that continue to burn,
a phase, no more opprotune moments to haunt me again,
I fell from you...
Fell to your feet and bathed them in tears,
I choose...
to pass on,
I choose to endure anything new that hasnt already been tried,
Anything that doesnt torture me the way you have,
thank you for the blade...
the fine edge I shear all that reminds me of you,
Fixed but not forgotten...
...You will never be...
....Never...
I reach in to and through the heart,
for amends,
or some shade of life.
What was once so close seems now as a dream,
above we played, innocent and young...
Now it all stands as a painful regret,
Time is a burden that it cant self repair,
became one with what mattered,
bitten on ignorance and now numb to its energy
...remember that time we danced with glee...
flawless angels...
free from thought, feeling or logic,
connected to a factor, a cycle that began and became, over and whatever
our smiles spoke,
It sighed, and came careening down so far,
A second it takes from intent and regret...
Echos, similar to what came undone in the past,
Manages to step out of the images in my mind,
...a dark place I left you to forget me,
so distanced and far from any unbearable thought again,
you manage to break and endure across,
you manage to remind so much of scars I thought I had healed over,
I dig and find, bleed and destroy,
loose and ressurect, deconstruct and edify,
Sore to a reminder,
...ghosts and wraiths to occupy,
The distorted memories of you that continue to burn,
a phase, no more opprotune moments to haunt me again,
I fell from you...
Fell to your feet and bathed them in tears,
I choose...
to pass on,
I choose to endure anything new that hasnt already been tried,
Anything that doesnt torture me the way you have,
thank you for the blade...
the fine edge I shear all that reminds me of you,
Fixed but not forgotten...
...You will never be...
....Never...
I reach in to and through the heart,
for amends,
or some shade of life.