Recollection (2)

It was me who painted the sky grey,
With a dying, dying, dying shade,

And walked you back into your mind cage,
To redirect you back to your dying fate,

And you asked who took away your time?
Took away your memories, and left you with nonsensical rhymes,
You may indulge in your fleeting desires,
But never would you escape your accursed and destined ire,
And you asked who lay this curse upon you? It is I,
Who took away your life, and left you to die.


It was me who hit your tombstone,
With a rotten, rotten, rotten bone,

And walked you back to your home alone,
To leave you housed with your sins, unatoned,

And you asked who took away your heart?
Broke it with a thousand knives and shatter it into a million shards?
You may indulge in your momentary desires,
But we all know that by day's end, you're but a liar,
And you asked who have done this to you? It is I,
Who stole away your miracle-seeing eyes.


It was me who shot us in the shins,
With a deep, dark, undying hatred from within,

And walked us back to our formulated life,
To scar us with this internal strife,

And you asked who took away our dreams?
There are aplenty people out there to blame, 'her' and 'him',
We may indulge in our current desires,
While knowing we'll one day end up in hell-fire,
And you asked who did this to us? It is I,
Who couldn't face my sins and knows only to run, and hide.

- Stu. T.H. (November 18, 2023, Dan Rastley)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

We cannot run and hide from who we really are.
I like the dying...with the double meaning of die and dye...
Shades of gray...reminds me of Good Friday and how it always seems to be so bleak on that day.
That rotten bone is a conscience that will not let up.
Nicely done here.
j.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for paying a visit to this rather bleak work of mine. I wish you a nice evening, author Jacob. And you may refer to me as just Leon from now, for convenience.