Reyna ♔ Posted September 14, 2011 Share Posted September 14, 2011 There to Here My there to here The time flew over the edge The winds of the hurricane The hottest point of the flame The truest breaking point I'll skip the fanciness You're "no bullshit", right? Gentle words won't leave your lips So why should I give them? Even in my last meeting with you? I bet you don't care We approach the last days The very last days No more will I be the less The disappointment, the tragedy The one who disobeys by following my heart No more your responsibility You didn't want me from the start, remember? You had other plans for your life That's what you tell me when your anger breathes I think your anger breathes more than you 12 years I'd been climbing my mountain for 12 years Dabir the Wise; gone Liam the Mighty; gone Gabriela the Stubborn; gone Madina the Gentle; gone I. Was. Alone. My weakened body whispered to my pure heart pleading to try to reach out to you, In hopes of achieving new security. Luckily, my strong mind spoke first, reminding my heart of the truth. So when you let that iron curtain fall in front of me, I held firm. I escaped into my friends. My true, dear friends, for I knew they would be there and are. Yet and still, your true colors want to be seen. When they bring my weary head to their chest, You bring my financial debts to the surface. When they wrap their arms around me, You wrap a leash around my neck. When they dry my tears, You scorch me with wrath and disgust. When they kiss my tear-swollen eyes, You stab me with disappointment. Yet, your nerve asks of me, "who means more?". When I cried, When I fell, When I had no strength, You asked where were they. Where. Were.YOU? Gone. In the worst form of the word. The four left me without choice. You had one, and stayed away. Like you requested, I will make a decision today. I will continue to climb my mountain, And break the leash around me. Even when the loosed rocks strike my brow, When my arms grow weak and my legs grow sore, When I ache and shake and tremble, I will still push on. I will reach the summit, And remain there. Not because of wanting to appease you. But because when I get there, I want to look down at you at the base, And remember where I never want to be again. Farewell. -Me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
King Baby Posted September 14, 2011 Share Posted September 14, 2011 I like it...! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyna ♔ Posted September 14, 2011 Author Share Posted September 14, 2011 I like it...! Thanks, boo. Lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatOtherFan Posted September 14, 2011 Share Posted September 14, 2011 Such sad poem. There is hope and the drive to overcome, but I'm still saddened for you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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