I sit alone, lost in memories
Nostalgia and what could have been circles above like vultures
They circle high with the midday sun,
Mocking me.
Ever present, the winged harbingers of hindsight.
Down below, I am bathed in shadows.
The past is the night sky, each star another burn in the tapestry of time.
Choices made haunt me, paths untaken breathing down my neck
That seductive could-have-been,
But I am left with the distending maw of what-has-been.
The moon shines through windows
The drapes bleached with time
The room around me
Vast in its emptiness
Suffocating me with the reality I have to face.
Some things are best left unspoken,
Even if, once told, I could breathe.
Utilitarianism dictates,
One should be sacrificed for the many.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 4:48 AM UTC
I sit alone, lost in memories
Nostalgia and what could have been circles above like vultures
They circle high with the midday sun,
Mocking me.
Ever present, the winged harbingers of hindsight.
Down below, I am bathed in shadows.
The past is the night sky, each star another burn in the tapestry of time.
Choices made haunt me, paths untaken breathing down my neck
That seductive could-have-been,
But I am left with the distending maw of what-has-been.
The moon shines through windows
The drapes bleached with time
The room around me
Vast in its emptiness
Suffocating me with the reality I have to face.
Some things are best left unspoken,
Even if, once told, I could breathe.
Utilitarianism dictates,
One should be sacrificed for the many.
On another website I am on, I participated in a contest wherein you picked one of ten Poe quotes and wrote a gothic poem to accompany it. I wrote this from a combination of my own experiences and the inspiration the quote gave me. The quote I chose was:
"There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told".
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