Necklace of thoughts

Carmine

In the moment

when all the thoughts

in our mind just flow

like a river

down from our minds

to

our hearts

there something used to be

there something was whole

before it got fractured

by the hidden daggers

that was hidden 

in point blank view

in front of those

we called

''Trusted ones''

those who said

''We are like a brotherhood''

before turning against one another

shouting out

''You once a brother, now a fool'' 

going back and forth

forgetting the moments

that created who they are

while they fight

I'll wear this necklace of thoughts

wondering where all my time went

where my future became today

and

past became yesterday

repeating a cycle

that yet I can't go out from

and

for the moment I stand on this

wooden piece

having my thoughts flow

having visions of what could be

I stand closer and closer to the edge

of

faith and hopelessness

for every second

minute

and

hour

I stand here

the longer I have to be

rescued from the place

I call my mind

before the necklace of thoughts

grip my tight and release the strength

from my legs on this wooden edge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The more and more weaker my legs get

The more and more I wonder of the magic of changes

What would be different

and what would be the same

questions never answered

answers that will never be revealed

if i kept my strength up

and

opened my mouth

so I could breathe in air

and

loosen the grip

of this necklace

to let my breath out

with my thoughts

I will be in isolation

I will be forgotten

I'll become ashes

and I'll become bones n notes

but I will also create a Legacy

of who I am

so I can be remembered

for who I am

and

what I created

not for my achievements

and

fame

so before I go

I'll loosen this grip of the necklace

before I'm really ready to go

to say goodbye

to say ''I love you''

and

to say ''I'm always here to listen''

''like it was the last day''

''for me and you''

  • Author: Sunflower of Yesterday (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2018 18:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: Well this became more serious then i thought it would be, but anyway i made this around 1pm in the morning mostly because i couldn't sleep. I also mostly wanted to do a poem as well, but other then that I'm willing to hear your opinion and critics so I can improve to become a better writer.
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Comments1

  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Such a sad poem, but I only hope you continue to write, but messages from the heart that release your pain.

    Keep writing and that will replace despair.

    Nicely done!



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