The End
-Written by Alicia B
Me you,
This room,
Deep pain,
No tears.
Eyes dry,
Heart crying,
No words,
Everything said.
Me you,
No more,
Loves gone,
Not here.
Both wronged,
Both shamed,
Never again,
The end!
Originally posted at Free Poems.
My Saddest Day
It all started when in at five past midnight
Now I am lying stiff and cold
Deep in troubled dreamless sleep.
Cotton wool stuffed in my nostrils,
I cannot breathe.
A rag tightening my jaws together,
I cannot protest.
My feet bound together,
Surely there is no escape this time round.
Granny chose they dress me up in my favourite suit,
But this time there will be no return journey.
My brothers have put me in a box,
I am on display in the Living Room.
Living Room, what am I doing in the room of the living?
But they cannot hear me,
Because I cannot speak.
How to Forget
The school of time preaches the art of remembering
But souls I’ve crossed crave the art of forgetting
And though they say time fades memories
‘Tis not an absolute truth
For time reinforces, remembers ever so much more
For that which you own, not time nor fate can rob it
No event can change it, no circumstance deny it
But it is that which fate denied that time remembers most
It is what carves some souls, and sheds blood once again
But that which was taken was not yours from the beginning
It was a momentary possession,
Be it love, sorrow or joy
Time does allow partial healing
Not by forgetting, but by replacing
‘Tis the long neglected secret to forget
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