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Understandably
I do not feel the wind upon my face.
I do not see the stars in the sky.
I am constantly stuck in second place
No matter how hard I try.
No longer do I hear you calling,
No longer can I hear your voice.
Eternally I am falling
And not due to choice.
A shadow of a doubt,
A whisper in the wind,
I bear a burden impossible to carry out.
I feel I must give in.
Memories hold me
In my prison.
Beyond recompense, I can scarcely see.
Sad, sad truth has arisen.
Your features are haunting me,
And I cannot look away.
Now no longer can I be:
What life you gave me went astray.
I beg for innocent times of bliss.
I stare out into the oblivion;
Abyss.
It stands before me, I turn myself in.
There's no turning around,
No more looking over the shoulder.
What's left to look for has been found.
Reality crashes in like a boulder.
She is gone, (don't you see?)
She is gone and won't return.
My ashes are now free.
A dying fire, I still burn.
Nothing is certain.
But some things are meant to be.
I push away the thin curtain.
You were taken from me quickly.
No fond farewell, no time for tears.
No sorrowed glances; no time for repast.
But life is too short for fears.
Peace, you found at last.
The living keep living, the dead keep dreaming.
Life is not the same anymore.
There is nothing to break my cycled grieving.
No day is different; I melt into the floor.
Stars shine bright as if they were mine.
Slowly, their ribbon-tails fade, so slim.
No longer do I shine.
I am dim.
This is what time does not heal.
My life is not real.
Wanton and jaded are we.
Understandably.
Oh dear, my first-ever HSLO work -- a little poem. I do hope you like it. Critiques are welcome!