What would it be like to come upon you suddenly;
to not be simply shrugged off, not so easily ignored?
After all this age acquired, still I seem to know less.
In what vault is kept what you say I need to confess;
where the lost twenty years of memories are stored?
What would it be like to be by you suddenly confronted?
Heart in boot, would I mumble any recognizable greeting?
Would spine binding let old joints hold me?
Are you here to return that which you stole from me?
Yet another what if; would I continue retreating?
Years unabridged by any contact cannot be forded in a day,
instantly forgetting what has so endlessly been rehearsed,
breathing apparently seeming to cease completely.
Mumbling words poorly weighed before spoken,
remind me of vows by you already broken.
Would I feel better to tell you how much I despise you?
Your false cruelty accusations repeatedly burn me,
memories of lies ignoring the actual still concern me.
Memories of being by you hated, despised, so devoutly cursed,
with assets and punishments so unequally dispersed.
Long years of therapy while growing old alone.
Two decades of honest effort cold heartedly unrewarded,
along with yesterday’s trash so easily discarded.
So many long nights with sleep stolen by regret
make me disinclined to forgive or forget.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yet another from the King of Laments.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Wow - some lament written from the heart. Very dark but enjoyed nevertheless.
Questions of a lost? past relationship. Maybe not lost in that so much emotion still remains and the return is questioned as to motive. Full of emotion, regret, anger, pain and just plain hurt this piece contains several wonderful lines and rhyme
Cathartic I hope. Emotions turbulent, leaving no peace, it's all here. Quite a write!
Always stick to being a Gentleman, then share your thoughts with us lol what if's we all have these. A truly enjoyable read. 🌹
How extraordinarily noir ..
Hey, Noir is my middle name.
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