MEMORIES BECOME STALE (An exclusive poem from my upcoming book)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem I wrote when rejected by the girl I loved more than the world. She meant everything to me but I guess I didn't have enough to assure her of love. Now I struggle through these nights to keep those memories alive, as they're becoming stale.

Submitted: January 11, 2012

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Barren dreams often torment scriptures of reality

That drink more from my sorrow than the thirst of poetry,

Holding moist palms within prayers of restless motion

While I plunge into mystic depths of unfaithful devotion-

My own pride won’t trade for the joy of invisible scars

That rest on colorless palettes while drenching my art,

Some say it’s destiny and some conclude my hopes before they fold…

Memories become stale where a heart’s narration seems old.

 

Nights seem hollow here when found hostage within a pen’s prime,

Carving through meaningless words to neglect the patience of time,

Tears collect at the surface of truth, bruising my sleep,

But why blame a jaded soul that only awakens to see itself weep?

My voice trembles as I sink within a moment to dissolve,

Sucking from the joy of abandonment and let its ache evolve,

Close to a timid vision stands a merciless chastisement bold…

Memories become stale where a heart’s narration seems old.

 

Death paves a choice for the rest of me to walk through tonight,

Mesmerized by the act of concealing memories in bleeding writes,

Concluded at teary halts- I often graze through a pen to script me,

Waiting to mix with dirt while grieving for Heavenly truths to lift me-

Now, I’ve sinned to let blinded illusions lead my wish for affection,

And all that’s left today are ashes complimenting an unwritten rejection,

But before I go you must know

That I reek of misery where love finds my own conscience sold…

Memories become stale where a heart’s narration seems old.


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