i am laden images
posted on your wall for you to reflect upon,
every night you sleep on your oasis
of self righteousness
drowning yourself in your own puddles
and self-absorbed life,
i cried to you while holding
a teddy bear
that i bought to send you one night.
tears pouring from my eyes giving new reason
to the word duct,
as i wished you could abduct me from this life.
i no longer wish to allure myself
on lives not lived as my future
is merely bleak.
i counted today
the final blessing of a adamant future
where i thought i could be one who rose above
rose above all fallacy that pretends
that my life is no the earthquake that i think it is.
i wish fissures didn't bind me to the ground
where my foot stays trapped underneath
i wish i could stand and raise my antics to the sky...
without your need to desire to accompany me
in case i fall...
you and your ghostly ways that i pretend
to be oh so real,
if not ethereal, you are the only one
who reads my poetry at night,
i hope you dissect me like you critique my verse
living with me in the essence of my future
for i am succumbed, engrossed, drowned
only a few words to describe how i am into you,
how i breathe you
how i lived you but now i part..
you have given me a final reason to understand
that i am more,
and i don't need you.
i leave with you a parting message,
that even though i soared high as a bird
my feathers are all but gone now,
and i would rather fly bald
then pick them up again...
May this be to allow your poetry to form motion however poetic or otherwise it may be
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Wow mate, that poem was really moving. It's so sweet and touching, and the fact that I know the history of it as well I can really relate to where you're coming from