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MidnaEspe Mar 2017
There was letting him go,
or letting him stay here.

Neither choice was easy.
Neither choice would please me.

Even though his intentions were
not pure, sometimes he was a cure.

Serious sobs would be silly ones.

And I am ashamed to say that I
miss him for the moment.

A pitiful creature with a damaged
soul and belief he has no role.

Oh, sir, how I weep and wish
to quell your spirits now.

Fly away, songbird, and take
your bow. Tell them of how
you will never find the reality
of life ever again.
MidnaEspe Mar 2017
A flicker conveys
more than words.

Your light continues
to keep me alive.

Despite the struggles,
the scattered shards
from your lamp
remain close
to my still beating heart.

Always there to
watch over me,
to connect with
me whenever I
was alone, lost, sad,
or needed someone
to share my sorrows.

Your spirit resides
in the lamp once
kept by your bedside table
when you were alive
with a pained
but joyful gasp
for air and life.

'Dolly'
My special name from You.

Forever.

My everlasting anchor
to safeguard the light
and love inside you gave.

Moni.
Written in honor of my late grandma and my favorite person in the whole world. Moni. <3
MidnaEspe Mar 2017
Say goodbye to the end of the world.
Without a fool to deceive,
what can I receive?

Will you listen to my sweet sobs
and relentless qualms for humanity?

Relinquish your pity,
for it does not give me strength.

Eliminate your sentiment,
for it does not give me peace.

Your empty support and
momentary prayers for my
wellbeing have overstayed
their welcome once again.

Only I can move forward.
MidnaEspe Feb 2017
Lost in a world of color,
crept away from the ground
beneath my feet,
I now wander through space
floating amongst the stars
shining just for me.

As I ascend above Jupiter, I
pray for a lost star to find
their way toward me.

A rebel in disguise, his
star will shine just for me.

I give him a warm smile,
I long for my wondering
and wandering to find a star
as lost as myself.

Surfing across the galaxies,
I wish to show him the ground
I walked upon before I began
my retreat from reality.

Will you hold my hand as we
descend from paradise?
MidnaEspe Feb 2017
Will you meet me inside the woods
under a cold midnight sky?

If these trees could talk,
will they whisper through
the willows of your luminous
eyes and melodic voice?

The almighty power in the
universe could break my clock
before I discover my potential
and strive for false success in
my golden years.

My head,
your shoulder,
a midnight sky,
an infinite vessel of constellations,
my clock stops ticking,
what a very pleasant way to die...

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