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By Anathema

remember honesty i remember naievete holding nothing back from me promises of truth and openness standards i held up so high but, only for you, i forget reciprocity. i remember how hypocrisy seemed so far away and now the seed has grown a weed to call our own so long ago, now a ruined effigy in solitude and desparation cradling myself in the desolation crumbling bones and crude structure first left then faded away continually eroding, foundation falling lost our purity and dissolved we have become separate, afraid to speak the problem's name breathing in the silence like so much angry fume forgotten what we were and what we stood for and like someone drawn to something mysterious bad for their health, but they are impervious infallible for all their masochism vaguely familiar, the tears serve as the missing piece like a memory, holding so tight to our minds a vise of cold hands to my throat without the will to realize i'm dead already but your eyes disregard the stimuli the puzzle, we know, is already broken and the pieces we've lost are rotting away we barely remember our mouths drawn closed, so rudely quiet trying not to gape at what we never realized how odd, to look into the present and see the past, a lost age of regret and denial.

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May 11, 2005 18:16wishing_on_stars

I like this poem. You're a very creative writer.