I flit through walls
that divide people and I
Eyes that see
ears to pick up the lie
Perhaps, I just died
with memories hazy
I see my friends and whisper
—"Don't forget me"I strolled through the park
and saw who I dread
My parents—smiling
yet sadness, their eyes held
Perhaps, they died a little
when it all came—easy
I walk to them and beg
—"Please don't forget me"I move on but not really
The world enjoyed it, surely
—time is another story
Perhaps, I died with
details all gory
I scream and plead to the world
—"Don't forget me"Then, I went back home
entered the room
—a place I'd last slept in
I never knew regret
until it came too soon
Perhaps, I never died live
so there is no glory
But I stare at the mirror
and whisper to my reflection
—"Don't forget me"But I will, eventually
I will stare into the glass
and myself will I not see
This fear that creeps closer
would never let me be
It becomes more real—everyday
—fate is rarely sorry
So I strain my eyes, too hard
—memorize every bit of
the face I once wore
All the while, whispering
late tales of loss and regret bloody
begging myself—over and over
—"Please, don't forget me"
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...