I now look back at my works from upon the start of the year
And it comes to my vision that I appear rather depressed to many
But I don't think I was
And I don't think the same now
I just give expectations to worry and I give worry to glorious thought
I know I would always remain someone in souls' eyes
But when I'm gone
I know that I would remain a memory
And I know that memory
Will one day vanish
And I'd disappear into the lane of the dead
Why do I curse you so much...?
I'd rather curst myself instead
Lord hasn't taught me to shelter a grudge
Nor did he teach me how to sin
But I know that he has taught me
To feel better
In my own circumstance
You will remain my memory
And I will remain yours
This is a memory
Nevertheless, this memory will be forgotten.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁