Please push me if I linger,
and brush away my steps.
Leave nothing left for wonder,
burn all clutter kept.
Let no one hear the echo,
let voices move on too.
No trails left to follow,
sand away the old, like new.
Memories once protections,
emotions, lows and highs.
Reflections and connections,
disappear and turn to lies.
If I cry and plead regret,
don't listen to my fears.
I'll find comfort and forget,
and go on with my years.
Please remove my existence,
all presence never there.
When I attempt resistance,
be as if back is nowhere.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 5:11 AM UTC
Please push me if I linger,
and brush away my steps.
Leave nothing left for wonder,
burn all clutter kept.
Let no one hear the echo,
let voices move on too.
No trails left to follow,
sand away the old, like new.
Memories once protections,
emotions, lows and highs.
Reflections and connections,
disappear and turn to lies.
If I cry and plead regret,
don't listen to my fears.
I'll find comfort and forget,
and go on with my years.
Please remove my existence,
all presence never there.
When I attempt resistance,
be as if back is nowhere.
Poem © Kimberley Fritz / todo-mahem 2010