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H  ow is it possible to have so much hate
A  midst all of those that I’m ordered to love.
T  orn by the need to stay here and fight-
R  eeling from weakness I thought I’d outlived,
E  dging towards a fall I must stop, I’m
D  odging the arrows, to keep keeping on.

F  rightened that I’m not as young or as smart,
O  lder than I ought to be at my age, I’m
R  emembering when I wielded weapons of youth.

M  y  armies of wit were were invincible then,
Y  et now only shadows of warriors past.

E  nemies bumping the sore spots they caused me, with
N  ever a thought or respect for my toil, I
E  nvy their callous neglect of my pain and
M  emorize odes to the loathing I feel.
I   light bonfires of hatred and hope not to get burned
E  scaping through tunnels of madness and fear into
S  afer environs where I can breathe free.
                                  ljm
I love acrostics and have written many of them.  This was written after a VERY bad day at work.  For James.
A Person Jan 2016
Away:

Perplexed
Eternally
Remembering
Sounds
Of
N**othing
Cassie Mae Mar 2012
Distracted
is how I remember feeling when I
saw your eyes sparkle in the fading light,
too young, so naive,
remembering that summer is
accompanied by a rush of emotion,
complete with lust, regret, and it
taught me so much,
even to this day I find myself
d**istracted.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2012
LETITFXRING Dec 2014
Remembering
Every time I wish the mirror would just
Fall into pieces and shatter, I
Lost myself,
Every inch, wanting to
Cry because
The pain
I** felt within was so excruciating it
Opened my heart & pierced through,
Never had I screamed so hard
--looked in the mirror and didn't see myself but
someone else--
James Arce Apr 2016
Never getting a full nights rest,
Imagining what if, had we tried our best.
Gathered thoughts come day and night,
Haunting me, with all their might.
Thinking back to the times we had,
Memories only, of your face so sad.
All the good times are never near,
Remembering the negative, is a constant fear.
Everything's a mess and no good thoughts keeping,
S*eeing you only; as my nightmares come creeping.

- James Arce
The title being spelled out by the first letter of each line. I love Acrostic forms of poetry!
Àŧùl Mar 2017
Hello.
Every morning I wake up to her dream,
Victory to pain in my tears that flow not,
Exhausted in my bed I wake up daily,
Remembering her even as I am sleeping,
Yet, I know that she dare not be back,
Did I ever ask for this emptiness,
Away, I feel my life drifting,
Yes in loneliness I do feel like dying.
I used to wake up to her dreams on a daily basis.

I needed to be saved EVERYDAY but not now.

My HP Poem #1462
©Atul Kaushal
LETITFXRING Oct 2014
T** he
O pen wounds
R emembering
N ever to let you in again
LETITFXRING Feb 2015
R** emembering
A ll the drops whenever
I would look outside and wondered,
N ever thought I would hear my own
LETITFXRING Jun 2014
Having
Everything bottled up inside
And
Remembering
The times it couldn't take anymore
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