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The Forgotten Apr 2017
I wove a blackhole
With the feeble threads of hatred and love
And in its abyss,
I found you..
I thought I had sunk in every depth of all your parts,
It makes me sigh today with a heavy heart.

I felt nothing was left to discover,
I've failed as a friend, failed to uncover,
the untold fears,
and the unshown face
you buried for so long under that mysterious grace

You rottened under the burdening sorrow,
Was my friendship so weak, so hollow?

Was I that undeserving and off put?
Or did you think I didn't have the nerve to accept such heavy truth?

Or did you think I simply wouldn't understand?
Could all my concern be so easily forgotten, so bland?

When all you did was bleed,
You could have burst out,
instead of keeping that fake smile on, there was no need.

Why couldn't you just express it that way?
Like others would
Did you think
Even I would have disregarded you away?

Innumerable times for me you had been there,
Today I couldn't be more lonelier.

**I had always looked upto where you stood
And now I cannot connect to that friend I had
You seem to be the farthest away
Who I knew was different
In your place stands an anonymous identity under that false hood you put.
I am always there for you.
  Mar 2017 The Forgotten
Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to **** you.
You died before I had time ----
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My ****** friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine,
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You ----

Not God but a *******
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the *****.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two ----
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagersnever liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you *******, I'm through.
The Forgotten Mar 2017
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind,
I wandered into the wild woods of your evanescent existence.
Bygone and buried deep, yet perpetual.

Are you a fading truth or a subconscious lie?
A doleful tale of a better life.
I stray past your stygian rivers , overflowing with the dolour of my heart.
And my soul, eternally haunted by the shadows of your life;
Or is it my hallucination,
A recurring mirage..
The Forgotten Jan 2017
Oh Monster,
     That lives inside of me,
             Devour the demons that drown me ..
The Forgotten Jan 2017
Beneath that smile lies the soul that suffers in silence ..
The Forgotten Jan 2017
The ink flows,
                               Word after word,
                As my thoughts fill with wishes of who I'd want to be.
      
                             Yet, I know I shall never be.
          
                      For I'm flawed beyond repair,
                               My sins cling to me,
                                   As red as bloodstains shall ever be.
            As I long for the perfection I shall never attain ,
                     The explicit truth strikes me,
                I plunge into chasms of darkness,
                        Infinite spaces of void and emptiness,
            
               Yet, I strive to let the light in me,
                       Devour the demons that surround me ..
        
            I soar, my wings spread wide,
                        From the ashes of my despair.
            My darkness brings out the light in me,
                   And my flaws shape me into perfection.

                           It dawns on me that,
                                  If I were ...
                              Shall never be.
                     Yet I stand with my head held high,
                                For I am who I am,
                            And I am proud to be ..
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