Journey with me through tales ever labyrinthine,
Heralding a tomorrow by yesterday's artifice.
When joy is nothing but a lost remnant,
And I'm forced to learn how to smile again.
There was once a time this poet could not find a language nor a medium fit to describe,
Such form, what charm, her visage a testament of the Creator Divine.
Twas' yet again, I was left speechless,
Even these words aren't poetry; just my remains in broken pieces.
When tears flood my heart, just how the seas swallowed Atlantis,
Unlike them, I must learn how to forget again.
I'd once slit my neck at my swain's behest,
Fight an army alone with only sticks and stones if it meant to fulfil her requests.
But alas! Where an army couldn't harm, she caused injurious grief,
With wounds ever ripe with every memory.
Till this day I can not feel love since the first advent,
I must learn to feel, I must learn how to love again.
For it has been years since we walked together, smiled and laughed,
The very thought now fills me with pain and regret.
Yet I can still hear us today, as I look beyond my fence,
But back then, I didn't have to learn how to smile again.
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A Journal for my Beloved - An Anthology
PoetryA collection of poems inspired by the honey-heavy dews of joy and love, as poems occasionally invite the reader to contemplate the wisdom behind the existence of pain, the seduction of nostalgia and our desire to feel complete.
