The way up,
the way down,
the way back is gone.
One choice
is none at all
and the alternative
never was.
Darkened doorways
and lit stairs,
with the opposite
simultaneously true.
You knew, I know you knew
That I'd never accept
the offer laid in front.
As to take it laying down
would mean to never stand
and to never stand
is not how I was born.
Nor it's how I'll go out.
Deeper and denser
and darker than death,
no escape,
not even for the light.
And the night,
it wears thin, as you begin
to leave the unleavable
with ease.
You leave me here
with listening ear
for a sound
that'll never be my name.
And eternal I'll live
in a world of blame,
bitter
for what could have been.
If only I'd seen,
if only I'd held
and if only the world
knew the same.
I feel in the verses of your poem some remorse and reproach, @tarazkp. Sometimes there's no turning back from our decisions and we have to follow the path with that burden on our shoulders. Greetings.
The remorse and reproach might not be mine :)
Yes, we have to take responsibility for our own thoughts and actions.
Of course! It's the voice of the lyrical speaker that expresses itself in those verses and makes me perceive those feelings. Greetings
If only I could sing - Even my daughter complains about the quality :D
Thanks for the poetry. I am going to have to go over this a few times to decipher but sounds good in initial reading ;)
Thanks - it is a bit of fun for me to play with words.
You're a good poet! :)
lols no.
You've jumped on the sigpic bandwagon XD
Whenever you write stuff like this I automatically wonder what's going on in your life even though everything else you write says life is going fine to some value of fine XD
It's the first time in a long time that I've seen going upstairs looking like a horror movie, usually it's descending into the basement that's dark because underground XD
Just trying this one on - I didn't have much time to create one, but thought it might be okay to use for the poetry posts.
This isn't necessarily about me, but it could very well be :D
At the moment, the horror show is upstairs - the basement will eventually follow :)
original flight of thoughts @tarazkp😯
is the switch just a fancy image or did these rhymes come to you from some specific situation?
Where are you from?
The image is the entrance and staircase of my home - I just write.
Australia.
that is, you just write almost what you see
I will have to try it too🤔
Not really, but that might work for you.
You write poetry very well, sometime I think you will become a great writer.
Maybe I will, Maybe I will...
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