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I can’t remember what it’s like … to be still and feel the breeze
My life seems to have passed me by … and now, I’ve forgot to breathe
The ocean’s sounding in my head … the tide is coming in
I search the waves for what’s left of me … and for what I have never been
I watch the cold sun set before me … feel its presence in the air
I call out to the waning world … but not a single soul is there
As the water sweeps my ankles … and my heart is drenched in pain
I close my eyes to see once more … the falling of the rain
The water rises higher now … as my tears run with the sea
I look down to my own reflection … but the image isn’t me
No longer can I glimpse the sky … the past has returned to me
Waves of memories consume … and now, I refuse to breathe
My life seems to have passed me by … and now, I’ve forgot to breathe
The ocean’s sounding in my head … the tide is coming in
I search the waves for what’s left of me … and for what I have never been
I watch the cold sun set before me … feel its presence in the air
I call out to the waning world … but not a single soul is there
As the water sweeps my ankles … and my heart is drenched in pain
I close my eyes to see once more … the falling of the rain
The water rises higher now … as my tears run with the sea
I look down to my own reflection … but the image isn’t me
No longer can I glimpse the sky … the past has returned to me
Waves of memories consume … and now, I refuse to breathe
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A very disheartening poem, written during the worst time of my life. Its words are those of a broken heart, a heart that has in truth not yet fully recovered. I am even having trouble writing of it this very moment.
It has been almost nine months since the confrontation, and I still feel its ensuing pain. It is a burden I will carry with me all the days of my life, a burden I wish to be rid of. Never has there been a day I did not think about it, did not regret the loss, did not shed a silent tear. The effects are everlasting and excruciatingly painful.
I miss the life I led before it happened, the people I surrounded myself with, how I felt about everything. I miss those who left and I am deeply sorry for causing them grief. I never meant to cause any harm, I never meant to drive anyone away. I honestly still love them, still love everything they were and are and will be. I have forgiven everything.
My transgressions deprived me of the best friends I have ever had, my words cut the deepest of any words I have ever spoke. If you are reading this (and you know who you are), all I want is tell you how sorry I am for what I have done. We could have had the greatest friendship in history, but I ruined it for us. I said the unforgivable, so I do not blame you if you refuse my apology. I deserve the hate.
I want nothing more than to change the past, to go back and do everything over again, but since that is impossible I will just have to live with writing poetry about it. Poetry is my saving grace, the only remedy I have. One day, the wounds will fade, but until then I will continue writing.
Painfully written April 24, 2006.
It has been almost nine months since the confrontation, and I still feel its ensuing pain. It is a burden I will carry with me all the days of my life, a burden I wish to be rid of. Never has there been a day I did not think about it, did not regret the loss, did not shed a silent tear. The effects are everlasting and excruciatingly painful.
I miss the life I led before it happened, the people I surrounded myself with, how I felt about everything. I miss those who left and I am deeply sorry for causing them grief. I never meant to cause any harm, I never meant to drive anyone away. I honestly still love them, still love everything they were and are and will be. I have forgiven everything.
My transgressions deprived me of the best friends I have ever had, my words cut the deepest of any words I have ever spoke. If you are reading this (and you know who you are), all I want is tell you how sorry I am for what I have done. We could have had the greatest friendship in history, but I ruined it for us. I said the unforgivable, so I do not blame you if you refuse my apology. I deserve the hate.
I want nothing more than to change the past, to go back and do everything over again, but since that is impossible I will just have to live with writing poetry about it. Poetry is my saving grace, the only remedy I have. One day, the wounds will fade, but until then I will continue writing.
Painfully written April 24, 2006.
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Words can not explain how.. perfectly this matches how my life was just a few short months ago. So many times, so many tears.. All to just feel this way.
*you know* you commented on all my newer poems, you never read the better ones(at least u didnt comment on them). Take a look further back, I bet you'd like what you'd find. Especially Red Paper Heart, Festival of Vampire Liquor, Summer Rain. OH and if you look at the B/W Photograph called "Black Widow" It's also a poem that I wrote. (Not pressuring you, I just think you'd enjoy them!)
Love this, so much.
*you know* you commented on all my newer poems, you never read the better ones(at least u didnt comment on them). Take a look further back, I bet you'd like what you'd find. Especially Red Paper Heart, Festival of Vampire Liquor, Summer Rain. OH and if you look at the B/W Photograph called "Black Widow" It's also a poem that I wrote. (Not pressuring you, I just think you'd enjoy them!)
Love this, so much.