Bad.

 You’re nothing but a passing memory;

I reach out, graze my hands along your seams.

Soft, floating, clearly gloating

Of passing power previously deemed.

You are nothing but a passing silence;

The sort that stops one in his tracks.

Wanting the taciturn lineage

to gain whatever he lacks…

You’re nothing but a funny sound

The kind that I shall shut out just so

I do not care about your soul.

Do not grope at my robes or my

Feet as you slip away;

I bid you, as do all, just go.

Reviews

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You posted just one poem. Long time ago. But i feel i have to give your review. Cause this poem have so many qualities what i missing in current writing on this web sites.

I like the form of poem. Where each thought is separated from one another. Like there is always pause and time to rethink what is actually written .

We are all just passing memories. I can feel nostalgia but also relive there is now empty space. What can be fill up. Your words are little stones to deconstruct your own memories . When you say , you don't care it's sound very powerful to me. Like building on new border across your mind. On the end we can all feel relive. Relive of no existing memory .

[Wildecat]

Welcome to writerscafe. Liked this poem, and look forward to reading more of your work.

[Poetic Injustice]

Bitterness personified. Portrayed well. Good write.