Poetry flows through me no more,
what spell have you cast.
Leave me be - beauty,
bewitch me not, my past.
Let go of me - serene,
for you already have.
Leaving behind a scar
until my grave.
Never did you ever care,
how bare, when I was, where.
Neither did I ever blame
you with a blank stare.
I loved you, beauty,
with all my heart.
expressions condensed,
a mere stare - Art.
I know it is not you,
I'm fighting through.
Just my impression
though a bit skewed.
Unable to express, unable to speak,
a mannerless Frankenstein.
Unlikable, lonely, thus I am,
in a memory clandestine.
Rendered useless by you,
this you forced me to do;
Little is my agony - belle,
today as I strangle you.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Poetry flows through me no more,
what spell have you cast.
Leave me be - beauty,
bewitch me not, my past.
Let go of me - serene,
for you already have.
Leaving behind a scar
until my grave.
Never did you ever care,
how bare, when I was, where.
Neither did I ever blame
you with a blank stare.
I loved you, beauty,
with all my heart.
expressions condensed,
a mere stare - Art.
I know it is not you,
I'm fighting through.
Just my impression
though a bit skewed.
Unable to express, unable to speak,
a mannerless Frankenstein.
Unlikable, lonely, thus I am,
in a memory clandestine.
Rendered useless by you,
this you forced me to do;
Little is my agony - belle,
today as I strangle you.
Many people have questioned me about the last stanza and hence I would like to make myself clear.
The last stanza indicates the poet moving on from his past and nothing more.
In effect, he eliminates from his mind the thoughts of his past, that bothered him and were hindering his progress.
Thoughts which once upon a time he cherished.
