I preferred in my Life ... to forget



Admonition
all I hear from you is admonition
so NO admonition

Let's not mention the purgatory
Let's not remember Love
I preferred in my life ... to forget

I am tired of pains
I am fed up and in the blind
I miss my days .. where I smiled
I do not go looking for you ... anymore

Just stay in your place
Do not talk to me about your pains
And not tell me about your longings
Do not care about your affairs ... or mistakes
I do not go looking for you ... anymore

Do not reproach
Let's not mention purgatory
Let's not remember Love
I preferred in my Life ... to forget

Have mercy on me from your words
And do not split my heart with your words
I do not hear you moaning ... anymore

Because ...
I do not go looking for you ... anymore
I remember as I gave you my heart
Or as the day I dedicated my Love to you
You promised that you would not hurt me

Oh, How I lived in aspirations of the past
And I was alone ... I cry for myself
Crying the stolen aspirations
I do not go looking for you ... anymore

.


© 2010-2011


12 kommentarer:

Sheila Moore said...

a sad tale that comes down to a choice - we most always have a choice, don't we?

liv2write2day said...

This is written from such a dark place. My guess is that many of us have felt this way at one time or another, but hopefully it passes. I hope you are not feeling this right now, Shadiatique.

Brian Miller said...

wow. felt....the repitition of i dont go looking for you makes me feel as if the narator is trying to convince themselves because they obviously still have a depth of feeling and pain...

Monika said...

A sorrowful story, weaved beautifully. Agree with Brian, Impressive use of repetition.

gautami tripathy said...

The repetition really works so well here..

a cross

Shadiatique said...

When two people finds each other and starts a relationship. They promise each other many many things. At the end one keeps the promise and another deny it. Then the challenge is - when you are the one who kept the promise - to be the one that prefers to forget after all.

Thank you Sheila Moore, my dearest Victoria, Brian Miller, Monika and Guatami Tripathy.

S.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

This is awesome. I have felt every word you have written. I too do no look for him anymore. Excellent write.

Melanie

Morning said...

bless you, stay strong.


I feel like you speak to me directly, well done.

joanna said...

this reads like a sad love song-- very lyrical. have you ever thought of putting your words to music? And yes, you are right-- sometimes it is easier to forget.

Ann LeFlore said...

this is very sad and it is even sadder when it has to come down to a choice
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/18/farewell-my-three-legged-friend/

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

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award notice, enjoy,

simply insert it to your poem, nominate another poet you know for week 55,

submit a poem to week 54, have fun.
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Anthony Desmond said...

I get the image, but this piece is quite messy... the story needs to be cleaner and that would make it much more enjoyable. I do like where you went tho..



this part is well done... had everything it needed, and nothing more:
"I remember as I gave you my heart
Or as the day I dedicated my Love to you
You promised that you would not hurt me

Oh, How I lived in aspirations of the past
And I was alone ... I cry to myself
Crying the stolen aspirations
I do not go looking for you ... anymore"



felt the rest of the poem could've matched this part of the verse, but fell short.

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