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Forever summer
a life strewn with light
time could not touch me
all was gold and right
until illusion
collided with the truth
I lost it all then
the innocence of youth
now I’m crying
without you
I don’t know myself
this world so strange so new
I am dying
I’m nothing
without you
who took it all
every dream I wrote
entwined in every thought
I am sinking and still I hope……
Your callous deeds
betrayal
changed me
still I can’t hate
I am praying
time
changes you.
The loss of our innocence always has far reaching effects. Such an enjoyable poem and very striking. Greetings to you!
ReplyDeleteLoss of innocence is always connected to growing pains, friend B ... Love, cat.
DeleteI know little of poetry and prose but I know what I feel when I read this. As I deny and fight the lump that makes it hard to breathe I stuff down something I will pretend is not there.
ReplyDeleteSo sad. Praying is all you can do at that point.
ReplyDeleteO ya? More power to you, Alex ... Love, cat.
DeleteOh, is there no darkness, no pain, no smoke like a broken heart
ReplyDeleteThis pulls at my heartstrings, I know this feeling well.
ReplyDeleteVery creative photo and loss hurts ~ loving writing ~ ^_^
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and sad.
ReplyDeleteThere was a time when I did hate. I believe I'm mostly over that. It's a lot easier on me. I don't guess it bothered them any either way.
ReplyDeleteMe heavily involved in cigarettes and blues, friend Shadow ... but not much regarding whiskey ... as does not agree with me ... last time I tried was in a Seattle hotel ... or maybe it was rum ... me don't remember ... but I do remember the police knocking at my hotel room door cuz I apparently I was singing a bit too loud or something ... ya ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay hmm i do not think we hav enny cigarettes heer but we do hav whiskey!!! not that i ever git to hav enny on akkownt of krool krool dada will not shayr!!! i am not shoor if we hav the blooz tho we definitly hav red that is me and blak and wite those ar the hipster kitties!!! ok bye
ReplyDeleteWell, now, there's always hope! But then, there's reality! Which will collide with hope, yes?
ReplyDeletePromising words yet futile too. I like this!!