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Saying goodbye to thee,
Far away from reach,
I feel at ease.

Not that I'm happy,
You're ludicrous,
I'm just impervious to it.

You see what I mean,
Fathom indeed,
Unless I'm wrong.

Uncertainty beneath these sheets,
Tell me anyone,
You've only vandalized me.
Whilst you sit and think
of how to preach me
through
teary eyes and guilt arising within,
I stand in front of the mirror
in high spirits
speaking as if my words though replete,
may never effect thee.
If life was like infinity,
i wud wish for infinite happiness,
If life was like space,
i wud fill it with many things,
If life was like rainfall,
i wud drop all the tears,
If life was like darkness,
i wud let go all the fears.

If life was like time,
i wud stop it and go back to past,
If life was like wind,
i wud sail to the rivers and ponds,
If life was like money,
i wud give it to the needy,
If life was like joke,
i wud hope it to be more funny,
If life was like hope,
i wud forget sorrows, understand, agree and cope.
Beneath the utter silence and darkness within,
There lies a hope of life and something to begin,
Something to break the silence and outcast the dark,
Unleash the hope and dream of ark,
Ebb and flow,fast and slow, you are never on your own,
Pave your way and carve your destiny,
You will never walk alone.
its true you were there,
for all my faults and my failures,
you were there in all my joys and my pain,
you were there when i was insane.

But now the things have changed like fantasy,
drowning ships and falling stars,
making my days hard and tearing the nights apart,
making each memoir a bitter truth and each moment a filthy lie,
yes you have changed and the love is lost,
so has the belief and the trust.

the ego and the rage causing the fall with the maze,
making this relation a mockery with blaze,
things have changed with the voyage,
how can i trust you now,
after all the things you have done,
yes i am falling apart after you have gone.
At some point
You stop
.... caring

...Stop
Tilling those thoughts in your head


Refusing to let doubts seek root

Razing the field
Making yourself equal
With reality

Coming
To accept
The inevitable truth:
It doesn’t really matter
Copyright 2015 Monica Figueroa
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