Flashbacks sting a ruined tune,
And it serves now only in making me blue.
Darkness swells a heavy chest,
As I seek to quell all the feelings attracting clouds inside my head.
A song once full of comfort, now leads me along a somber path,
I fear crystals will never be clear again.
As memories flood back in the form of painful melody,
I say prayers to a God I don't know exists.
I want to part ways with my shattered anamnesis,
But despair doesn't offer escape plans.
- Author: Surucipe (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 15th, 2017 12:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Kudos to you for increasing my vocabulary by one today! My slam bang favorite line was your opening:
"Flashbacks sting a ruined tune"
Aha no problem! Thankyou!
I too had to look up that word. Found two meanings: 1. remembering things from a previous lifetime, 2. account of medical history.
Am assuming you are referring to memories of past lifetimes.
The opening line is great, also like the line 'I fear crystals will never be clear again'.
Well written, I do like your poem!
Thanks Fred, it was a difficult one to write this one. I hope I got there in the end.
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