forgotten

Curse me that have forgotten

The same thread that I used to weave

For the memory blanket to wrap

The dim and lost other self

Towards the last snip of the cotton wool

That has never been comforting

Nor bringer of a deep sleep

Where night awakens me

And morning let me fall in slumber

Through endless clattering

To a hollow pit of shattered light

Thirst for forgetting the past

And hunger for not seeing the future

As a child that was never listened to

And adult that would always try hard

Like death would never come

But it is inevitable

Like how being born

Is created

Within your own mind

And soul

Without you noticing it at all

Spare a glance to the mirror

And see not a reflection

Of a face that is welcomed to the world

But that of someone succumbed

By the world

And the rules it created

How synonymous words

May be contrasting

Or how close knits

Might be wavering and broken

Forgiven, never, until last breathe

How that other self wants to claim

To kill that weak physique

Built by a molded belief

Thoughts that swim endlessly

In unworthy waters

Where embers live

But cold it is that it freezes

Even the warmest of tears

That sails are burnt to pitch-black

And ships sink to cradles made of fire

But they never disappear

 

Author's Note

hope you enjoyed reading until the last line

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Juliespenshere read requested me on your poem & she always picks the most amazing writes to share with me. I read your poem twice, becuz the first time around, I found my mind going off on tangents, launched by the ideas your journey of words kept thrusting me upon. The second read, I tried to stay focused on your exact words & how they create a loosely connected journey of ideas -- trying to sleep, being a child, growing up, pondering the world, pondering life. This is how the uninterrupted mind travels thru ideas, except that your words feel crafted, rather than spilled (either way would've been good). The thing I like most about any writing: originality! And you've delivered! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

the thing that struck me about this is every line is a story in itself i have had to read it several times starting late last night then early this morning then later this morning.
its marvellous wonderously written and descriptive. thanks for entering this into my greatest fear comp good luck well done