Memories turn to dust
And blow away in the wind
Unable to remember the happiness is just
The beginning of the end,
A heart so torn, a seamstress could not mend.
So I'm forced to pray
To the Gods of Infinite Sorrow
"Please be kind and take me away,
I don't want to see another tomorrow,
For if I do, another smile I'll have to borrow."
My prayers are returned to sender
Stamped with "No Such Address."
The bleeding heart within, still tender
A feeling I can not repress,
I suppose, it's time to confess.
So again I'm forced to pray
To the Gods of Forgiveness
"Please be kind and stop the decay,
Erase the subjects of my life you've witnessed
Find me a cure for this emotional sickness."
My prayers are returned with no answer
Which confirms I am to be alone
My kindness and goodwill being treated like cancer
With folded hands, I speak to the unknown,
For the darkness has been the only consistency shown.
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Simple-Man87 (
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Comments3
Well written, yet so sad. I'm sorry you are going through all this. I hope things get better for you. Thanks for sharing--Christina
Thank you Christina. Always so kind to me. It is much appreciated.
Simple-Man, after I read the first two stanzas, I did not scroll down right away, just looked at them again and felt that this could be the whole poem already. Then I continued and it got better and better all the way to last line.
Great poem, beautiful rhyming, great structure.
Fred, you are too kind to give me such a compliment. Thank you for the time, comment and compliment.
At least, The Gods of Forgiveness exist and I believe you have been forgiven since no answer is the best answer.
A very well expressed poem.
Thank you. I appreciate the read, and compliment. Very kind.
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