by C.M.H
chance.
If someone listened out for the call
Then it could have done its
Best to take a stand.
How Will I See It?
Back to the past,
Memory lanes simultaneously shrink.
Forgone to the process each and every week.
Deteriorating flashes, presently succinct.
Attention paying dues to an already approaching disease
and disorder.
Eyeing each second as quick as a blink.
Currently back then, frightened and hesitant.
Captured in the former,
Relatable and relevant.
Lost and a mourner,
Growing as I think.
Beyond what’s next,
Behind what I’ve seen.
Oncoming obstacles without simple resolutions,
Any alternative is just gambling with solutions.
Recall with Regret
Signed my name away
And still hope you return some day,
To give me what we lost.
Cherished long forgotten time,
Solemn truth within the rhyme,
Comes through the dawn.
A past life with you and I…
I’ve waited for so long
How have you survived,
knowing that beyond your eyes
Lies the two of us?
Held in place between the fate of our two worlds separated by…
Hate and lust.
Glare within then look at me
And you will fine I’ve always been
Where I should be.
Where I have seen,
Clear and distinct.
Encased in a ring,
Pictured within a frame.
Through life’s lens,
A perfect image
With no restraints.
Years and years come and go.
I hope you don’t do the same
And stay away from home.
For what we’ve built is pure and real
And what we feel despite our ills
Is something to behold.
For You To Have
There is still much more to say.
I was hoping you could fill in the rest.
It’s strange how we both know my fate
And yet continue our conversations.
Even more strange that I considered you a friend
Despite being a stranger.
Your thoughts about me are for yours to keep.
Talk about me if you must,
But please be truthful.
Too many lies are shared these days.
Another one may bring more guilt upon you and others.
Many have experienced what it is I’ve done
And what I’ve been through.
Make sure to comfort them and whoever is next.
They may need you more than I did,
And you may be able to help them more then you could me.
Laughter can still heal,
And happiness will always serve a purpose where it may.
Only irony explains how I’ve learned to love both
And yet wonder where they came from
And why I never received their valued effects in full.
Moving on is always necessary.
I wish it didn’t have to be.
We’re all going along.
We’re all going.
And that in itself is unbearable.
Thank you.
You listen,
And I was heard.
In return, I leave you.
What is left is yours,
And my biggest fear is that it’s not enough…