I am like that rebellious teen
That experiences and always is keen
To make mistakes and sin
Yet I never let the pace ever bump
Untill I bump into a woman
Pure, loveable and kind
But I leave her behind
Like a doll hugging every teardrop
Signs of her memory stays
In my heart and gives me the stirs
The teenage me dries out of tears
Tell me how to hope back and forth
Behind my face a woman I don't know
While imprisoned within my affliction
and loneliness
Her features are carved with poisoned hunger
The memory of her laugh pursuits me
to kill me in the darkness
You my kind hearted the fault is mine
I committed death to waste time
Let the sleep come to my side
And give mercy to my tired face
Sadness I received early on my age
Is the only thing I can give away.
ShadiatiQue © 2010-2016
Oh I do think that many times those sins come back to haunt us... maybe more than the victim... Maybe those memories are what makes us better people...
ReplyDeleteWe all do live in between who we are and who we would love to be, but sometimes are afraid...what you said completely resonates with me, went to something similar myself, but at the and of the day we make choice who we want to be - I think that matters most.
ReplyDeleteHaunting and tender piece - feels to me like it needs a sequel... I shall be back for more of your ambitious work.
ReplyDeleteThere's a sense of admiration and yearning for that woman who you left behind. I enjoyed the real emotion that I felt in this piece...powerful.
ReplyDeleteLaughter of missing
ReplyDeleteLove.. a hum from past
that refuses to go numb..
Loving
life with
laughter
memories
of solace liGhter..:)
Beautifully emotive write.
ReplyDeleteSuch terrible remorse!
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