Midnight Melody

Netashi

When I fall

      Theta was here, going to a funeral that he was late for but he didn’t mind for he was stuck on memory lane giving a kiss on the cheek of every memory passing by and then he heard a fly buzzing.

 

 

  • A taste of blood gracefully mixed with dirt

 

I wasn’t genius, imp, and certainly wasn’t a flirt

 

  • But don’t you forget me because I won’t forget you

 

Remember me as a side character from everything I do

 

  • Remember my laugh my tears and my smile

 

Won’t you walk with me and talk for miles and miles

 

  • For my jog of life was filled with sorrow and madness

 

I was abused by life with her experience and practices

 

  • But no problem I’m motivated to get up again and again

 

I’m learning from life and not complaining instead

 

  • I will work till i have a picnic with life to protect my memories

 

I exist for the small things in life I collect them like pennies

 

  • I protect these shards for they are not worth a dime

 

And when I breathe my last breath I shall spit in life’s face one last time

 

  • Author: Ernie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2018 11:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Good morning, as always feedback is welcome. Have a good day or evening or whenever you read -Theta
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Fay Slimm.

    A good mantra for looking at life's surprises and learn from them all - your words ooze wisdom when we are held by abuse to the edges my friend.

    • Netashi

      Thank you for the kind words Fay.



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