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)
- 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.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
Comments1
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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