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ely May 2017
falling from the heavens
down to the unforgiving ground
doesn't sound so bad
when you are certain that
there will be forgiving arms
to catch you
ely May 2017
in trying to ‪fight of an artist's block
i was told to go back to what i know,
and my mind instantly went to you
my hands had perfected your every curve,
every nook and crevice
i could draw you with my eyes closed
knowing that it would still come out perfect
for you were my greatest masterpiece
something no artist's block could ever touch
ely May 2017
i am caught in the current of life
it rages all around me
as i have no choice but to move with it
it possesses no grace, no elegance
it is rough and violent and scary
and i all but flail in its waters
hoping for it stop, to calm
but it does not
and i am swept away
ely May 2017
you were beautiful
in the way you loved me
and even in the way
you stopped
ely May 2017
you were a song i could not stop singing
a song so smooth and gentle
it could soothe the most violent of currents
into a peaceful sleep,
it could calm the rage of a storm
and bring it back to a soft drizzle

you had become my favorite song
the one i could sing when i was nervous,
when i was happy or when i was sad,
and everything else in between

but years of singing had left my voice hoarse
i'd open my mouth
to sing the tune that my heart had come to know so well
and found that nothing could come out,
nothing would come out

i fear the worst,
your song had finally died down
the melody had worn out and,
my voice can carry your tune no longer

but my heart still beats to its rhythm
louder than it ever has before,
my heart remembers every note, every rest
and it will continue to sing
my favorite song,

you
ely May 2017
not everything was
made to last,
even the greatest warriors
and mightiest kings
bow down
to the will
of the heavens

you and i,
what we built,
it was worthy
of praise from the gods

maybe that’s why
they became angry
mere mortals
who dare create
something so beautiful,
so magnificent
mere mortals
who decided to play god

maybe that’s why
everything was taken from us
not like a thief
in the middle of a quiet night,
but in a blaze of chaos
and terror and destruction

and what we
were left with,
the ashes of
something great,
the memories of
what used to be,
and a warning
to never been forgotten

even if
what we had ended,
know that
i will wait for you
in the next life
and in every life beyond that
so that in each one,
we will create
something great again
we will be the legends
parents tell their children
we will be the ones
who defied gods
and their power

until then,
wait for me
as i wait for you
my dear pompeii,
city of my dreams,
we will meet again
this poem is inspired by the ancient roman city of pompeii that was destroyed by mount vesuvius

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