All thoughts aboard, astray, abound,
They seem to lose what I've just found.
You seem to be another glitch,
Aloof and cold and within reach.
Another stitch, another draw.
We score the goals through open doors.
Atop, beneath the starless sky
There used to be just you and I.
There used to gaze with gentle grace
Upon your face, without a trace
Of guilty grief or fake relief.
I am so cheap. A thief in chief
You are, in charge.
Some more groundwater to recharge.
Some more ground rules
To break, to stamp.
The stubborn mules,
The star-born prince, in his attempt
To know the world, he might
Have left his rose to wilt.
Is there a chance to reignite
The life, the spark through all this guilt?
Through all this mess?
Get on your knees, no more, no less.
Arrest my thoughts, arrest my self,
Lock me in cellars of grey cells.
Forget me not, forgive me not,
I'll drink and rot. I fought
And lost. To quench the thirst,
Some things go first.
Some never last.
A broken lock
And shattered trust.
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Andrei Z.
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Comments (6)
Poignant and beautiful ❤
Love lost never to be regained. The prince who forgot his rose. This was so lovely Andrei, and a bit sad. A profound story. Hope still.
Playful but emotionally riveting. I especially like: "The stubborn mules, The star-born prince, in his attempt To know the world, he might Have left his rose to wilt." Le Petit Prince?
Oooo, this was so emotional! Very powerful! Fantastic job on this one!
Loved the placement of the rhymes here. It created a unique flow to the innate frustration throughout this piece. Well done!
This is beautiful and yet so full of regret. Dare I say, hints of self-loathing at an inability to change? The thief presented here is so compelling. I feel he is a slave to his own mind and impulses and has lost his love to it all. “Forget me not, forgive me not, I'll drink and rot. I fought And lost. To quench the thirst, Some things go first. Some never last. A broken lock And shattered trust.“ How utterly sad. Your words get to the root of the emotions so well. It’s like a dance. Beautiful work, Andrei, as always. ❤️👏👏👏