As you like it,
it might have been a fleeting passion,
a passing feeling, a wild dandelion of the meadows,
with beauty,
but no meaning.
blooming for a day and gone the next,
perhaps its your passion dying away......
Perchance for me,
feelings do stay,
runes etched on stone never fading away.
Engraved on panels of granite walls of a soul....
Time and time sometimes,
passeth I across the hall,
Perceiving, bloodcurdling,
bitter the memories carved,
I sought to erase them all,
with the Hammer and the Chisel,
pounding them savagely off the wall!
So I did,
and behold!
Grotesque the sight of scars upon scars!
replacing the once glorious Runes,
with Sorrow and Grief!
The absinthal mortar I painted to hide,
its mangled misshapen surface,
blood still seeps through it,
crumbling it all!
And betraying memories which I sought to obliterate,
Scars!
Blood!
Everything!
With fire!
Full ablaze!
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Bila Retak Kota Hati: Part II - Loss
PoetryWhen the City of the Heart Breaks. Part II -Loss An Anthology of Love, Loss, and Learning. A collection of Poems. (Best read in 'Hoefler' font) Cover: A Mermaid (1900) John William Waterhouse
