Memories play across my mind in hazy perfection,
each with the same salient hero.
The cynical optimist, a pessimistic romantic,
free in his chains, but bound in his freedom.
Lightning-struck, dead eyes of clear blue,
haunted by the irenic Ghost of Hearts.
So courageous in the formidable faces of Fear and Death,
yet a coward before the elusive Essence of Life.
Always saving his star-crossed and forsaken heroine,
but damning the lady just the same.
The whitest of apostles and patriots,
embodies blackness of souls, sin, and treachery.
A yearner of Tomorrow, the restless and transient voyager,
seeking an everlasting peace he shall never witness....
The memories of him play across my mind,
but their hazy perfection is just that—hazy.
The salient hero's complexity is nebulous,
doomed to the same fate as he.
A fate of obscurity and misery,
yet the only future that could make him happy.
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Words That Fall On Deaf Ears
PoesíaHello! :) I found a collection of poetry I did on my Google Drive, so I decided I should actually post something on Wattpad. It is mostly comprised of ridiculously sappy love poems, but there are some rather dark pieces mixed in as well. I'll be...
