It takes,
a lot of pain, a lot of cries,
a lot of struggle and a lot of tries,
to let fade away all
the memories that I had stored
of all the lies of the past lives.
That made me happy
in its filthy attempt,
and made me excel the art to pretend.
But let me feel free and rejoice again as a newbie in a game,
Let me forget and relearn the life but not just to pretend on how to survive.
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Author:
Nish (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 10th, 2021 00:32
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a stage at which I'm standing today on 10/12/21, with all the burden of past on my shoulder and all the emotions being my barrier to meeting MYSELF.
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Comments2
we are fallible by Nature's design
and unlike the games, we design
there is no last saved point
for us to respawn - to,
no second chances at life
or do-overs, we simply make the best
of our fated opportunity's
while striving to forget
our many regrets;
acceptance, is all we have
to insure we make the best
of our dice throw's, in life...
and I too agree, utilising our poetry
as a window to introspection
yields more insight, than any mirror we'll ever own...
('in my humble opinion'
thanks for sharing
and all the best
in your questing journey for self worth!)
❤️❤️
This speaks to me of preparing one's self for the bountys of the life ahead with the wisdom of not letting the past taint one's attitude.
A mature write. An attitude seen to be missing from the majority which can taint one's future happiness.
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Thank you ❤️❤️
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