i open up to you though at times, you make me regret it we're friends, it's true and yet, every now and then i forget it you're here for me and i'm here for you so i wish your love for me weighed as heavily as the pain and trauma
Is it wrong to forget? The mind is an ocean Filled to the brim with thoughts Rising like a crescendo Before plummeting sharply Like a tsunami Then there are the feelings Lurking around every nook and corner Ready to catch you unawares And take a juicy bite of your leg As sharks do As you go deeper and deeper Total chaos reigns In the form of perceptions and judgements Those ****** icebergs Which can sink even the unsinkable ships
Is it wrong to forget? The mind is an ocean Deeper than the Pacific More stormy than the Atlantic Even as you swim with the tide Alternating between hope and despair With every high and low You barely manage to stay afloat Eventually being ****** Into a whirlpool of depression As you go round and round You sink lower and lower Until you forget where you are You forget who you are And you wonder How you came into existence So, tell me Is it really wrong to forget?
The curves of her Body Haunt my memory like a Specter Aimlessly wandering my labyrinthine thoughts
When did I last lay my eyes upon her divine form?
We’ll me t again on't know where Don’t now when
I took her to dinner after I was relived of My post Her dress fitted her form like a glove Her eyes sparkled more than the ring I Gave her Watching her eat was like watching a symphony Each bite executed with upmost grace and beauty That was the moment I Knew I found the love of my life
We'l m et *** on kno whe e Don’t now wh
Starting a family with Her Was the greatest decision I Could’ve ever made Our bed was a sacred site The conception place of three beautiful Children Lord was I happy Every day with them was a new adventure and I Couldn’t have been happier with what God gave me My kids were growing up to be model American citizens I had served for the dream and for My Efforts, I was given the reward to spend my life With the women I loved And to bring two beautiful children up in the world. And lemme tell you I Was so proud to have a child as great as mine
We m t aga D t no her D w he
My wife found my keys sitting in the sink After spending hours ripping up the house for them I didn’t remember putting them there we just blew it off as some goof up I was moving on in years. Everyone makes their silly mistakes But after that, things got worse. Suddenly, it was hard for me to remember details of her figure. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, getting ready for work when I haven’t worked for 10 years. Sometimes I’d worry incessantly over the stranger making their way into my home a stranger who looked like they knew me They’d be sobbing, calling out to me. “I’m your son!”
I had no memory of any children of mine
W m t ag do t no w don ow h
Days didn’t seem linear anymore it felt like I was just riding the wave of life I only remembered the sound of the grand ballroom The laughter and joy of the girl the girl I danced with the night I was relieved of my post That perfect, shining girl
What ever happened to her?
We’ll meet again Don’t know where Don’t know when
Memory always escapes us. Why not use that fear of loss in a poem? Inspired by A Empty Bliss Beyond The World by The Caretaker