Hello everyone! Here is a little poem that I felt wasn't my best stuff, but I like it. It is philosophical and emotional at the same time!
Enjoy and review!
Memories
Things that are forgotten
Are always remembered.
Things that are remembered
Are always forgotten.
Seeking the immortality of (power)
Life is (chained) what we search for.
In a blazing inferno
Of madness, we converge on a
Thought or idea of living forever.
But, how can we (die) truly
Live forever?
(we can't)
Memories are (fragments) living
Moments (of our tattered existence)
Of our beings, once repressed
And now a larger whole.
Undivided
(?or is it?)
By what we try to hold
Or even tie down to
An imaginary world.
We long to be immortal,
And we will (succeed) fail.
A life will shatter upon the
Sacred veil of tears,
Shed by the emotions
Of (fear) the unknown.
The most fragile of things.
We cannot feel or (live)
Comprehend the fact of
Death or what it harbors.
We can only fight for
(the chain of memories)
The immortality of the human
Spirit and what it stands for.
The memories of that which was forgotten
Will (fade into nothing) burn bright.
Memories—
(and now we try to categorize the failures and usurpers of the human race, those which have stood by and watched as all fear and hate flooded the minds and hearts of fellow men, and let them smolder upon the deaths of innocent, the ignorant. . .)
—shall chain together burn and flicker like hot flames.
And let those flames dance
In their blinding flurry.
Yes, it was really about Axel that entire time. I feel like this is one of my more, meh, poems. Let me know if I'm right or wrong in those assumptions!
Thank you all!
May the Love of Anuwëy guide you when all Hope is lost
TorNathan
