How could I forget?

thewayiwrite

 

I don’t think they understand how

difficult it is for the Poet to forget.

 

There is no returning from the places we go.

There is no way to escape the darkness.

 

There is no way to take back the names we shouted from rooftops.

No way to escape the sinful truths we yelled across mountains.

 

There is no chance of repayment for the parts of us we have given away. We must learn to live with our missing pieces.

 

People own books with us in now.

They have seen our chosen words and they know how we describe things and it is like a window to the soul.

 

Because poetry is so goddamn personal that we share every part of ourselves and we give our secrets away.

 

You can buy my secrets in a book, and you can read them if you like,

you may use them to escape reality. But remember your release is my life.

 

When i let go for the first time,

when i wrote with my whole heart,

I thought i would feel free.

 

But now i read it back and realise that the commitment to paper leaves me feeling as though i am sitting in a bath for hours stuck in my own dirt.

 

Because, dear readers, when a poet commits themselves and empties their soul,

they have given all that they are.

 

And it is now that i realise, it’s not long forgotten faces that haunt me, but my own poetry.

  • Author: thewayiwrite (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2021 17:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Jay-Lee Jane

    the hairs on the back of my neck stood up! Beautiful, beautiful words

    • thewayiwrite

      So glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for taking the time to read and comment

    • HannahElisabeth

      "And it is now that i realise, it’s not long forgotten faces that haunt me, but my own poetry."

      I used to think I wrote to get my thoughts out of my own head, but this... I haunt myself with my own poetry. This was amazing, thank you for sharing

      • thewayiwrite

        I’m so glad you got something from my strange words! Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, it means a lot to me



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