There I lived my life, no one knew,
None cared for that matter, life’s spent,
The flowers that bloom and shine,
Depart when no one shrines,
Like the empty halls of fruitless kings,
There lies a lifeless motion, defect,
I’ve been forsaken by the memories,
Of the loved ones’ no more,
A lone tree in the spotless field,
Rise and fall as if clock work’s will,
I long for a place, a void of emotions,
All good and bad seize to exist,
Even my creator, the God, forbidden,
A sight, I could rest forever still,
***** at my feet, meadow beneath,
Eternal sunshine of my spotless mind,
All that is, within my dream, but,
When can it become a visionary gleam?
The phrase, "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" is from Alexander Pope's work. I thought of that for some time and inspired me to write one for myself.
