Authentic - The Poem by Nicole D GregoryThere is where we met
Here is when we figured it out
Damn those who conspired to make our paths cross
I nail my shoes to the ground
the location remains a mystery and nothing more than asphalt
I know when your heart beats
and every time you think of me
truth be told ~ there is nothing you need
from me
Martyr to a cause
a father's memory that has a chokehold
like the tie you wear
I won't be chained to your burning stake
Old testament or New
Death is death
it will not be avoided or postponed
But between now and then
I will disappear
Quietly
box up my intentions
Silently
store away my excitement
Without a word
move on through life
and you will know when you are lost
as you walk on the path
alone
~N
05/15/2006 Author's Note: 2/16/09 - I think, in actuality; I am the one who is alone. 1/31/10 - Now, you must go back to the "Authentic" folder and read the first two pieces... or you won't understand the progression; but if you only read this... I can live with that. ~N
Posted on 05/18/2006 Copyright © 2024 Nicole D Gregory
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jared Fladeland on 09/10/09 at 05:30 PM I read your first two pieces about authentic, and I see the effect of your definition of this poem, and I like it. Its very cool to go through this folder in order and see the progression. I haven't read too much of your stuff before but I'm definitely interested now |
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