by Poet on the Piano Dec 25, 2009
category :
Life, society /
faith, religion
If I could do it all over again, I would have let love enter my soul like a swift and subtle autumn breeze. Yet here I stand at the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge, choosing this as my final resting place. The past still lingers fresh like mournful teardrops of fireflies embedded in the atmosphere. I try to escape the truth, running wildly from reality, but it all circles back to one conclusion. That a human life cannot be taken back, it can never be redeemed or restored. As much I would love to believe in resurrections among souls, I knew it was too much of a naive fantasy. I brought death to my little brother, a death that will be remembered. Whereas mine needs to be forgotten. |
I dont think Ive read something like this format from you in a long time, maybe never but I must say I thorougly enjoyed everything about it. I could not believe how well you sucked me into this poem, how interesting you made it. What a captivating piece, after reading all these regrets in your words I felt like there would be no light at the end but there actually is and it brings a smile to the readers face & makes them think heavily about life in general. What an effective write, I have really enjoyed reading your poems today. |