Not such a simple turn of phrase,
Can't lay it out in one.
Never comes round simple,
The years for sure have won.
You keep on hiding, nice and warm,
Belly's ever full.
The last thing that we had as one,
A rug you had to pull.
I know someone who looks like you,
Well looked like you a bit.
Sharper than obsidian,
The right amount of grit.
Hard to see behind us now,
Fogs thicker than before.
Hope your duality is worth
What you purchased it for.
No time now to mourn the dead,
Or change that which is passed;
Just pray the friends that we were then
In unconsciousness last.
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Author:
Quemis (
Offline) - Published: June 27th, 2022 22:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Well this is one of the saddest poems I ever wrote. Can't even really show it to him. :'( This poem could also be called: Lost in a dark valley for years without a car, and with slowly fading friendships. Least all my friends have a family.
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Comments1
yeah, I too have a graveyard
of cherished friendships
I mourn over, dear Poet..
(all we can do
is treasure the beautiful memories
they gifted us
fight away, the pain and hurt
that fuel our regrets
and blame, accounts
just
try to squeeze, what goodness
we can, out of life's shattered
dreams and connections
look up, and wish them a 'hey'
for 'old times' sake', and hope
those winds of change, will
deliver
our well wishes and yearning
feelings..
as sincere, as those tears
we refuse to let drip)
another brilliantly relatable read, thank you!
Well said Mek.
Sure can get lonely out here though.
Real lonely, and futureless, and fixless...
Ugh.
and on!
one surpassed
''Ugh''
at a time
lol
fear not, this
be a fleeting life
we labour over..
so
best to try and enjoy it
by ourselves, if we must
because
there's no do-over's
in life
just, an opportunity
to not repeat
our mistakes...
cheers buddy, 🍻
let it all out, in your Poetry
and treat yourself
once in a while
then wakeup, ready
to place all your bets
and do it all again, till
fate, plays its finale
card...
stay Strong!
Yea, Ill try to keep my chin up. Thanks. : /
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