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I'll lay blame, not flowers, on your grave
by Vere MantratriadI can hear them screaming still
Revererberations in my skull
Echoing emotions yet to be fulfilled
I remember laughter that I never heard
Trying to block it out
But the scars stick out like a dead bride
Hanging from a noose made of tulle
Oh, the choices made
Not regretted but still considered
Weighing on my constitution
A life planned out like a dart thrown blindfolded
Both paper and the bags under my eyes are proof
Of how impressionable youth are misguided
By technicalities and unlaid time
Phoned-in empathy turned it all around
Two hundred days spent staring you down
Nights driven into unfamiliar territory
Crumpled dollar bills thrown into a basket
Perhaps as admiration, maybe as a bribe
Still, you don't remember my name
Oh, the choices we make
To pour our hearts out to strangers
Divulge secrets only admitted on paper
Anonymously, though stamped with approval
You saw the signs and voiced your concerns
(Again, only admitted on paper)
But when the time came
You showed your true colors to be cataractous
And faith became bleak at best
One word causing confusion and despair
One word moved mental mountains
And when the time comes
I'll lay blame, not flowers, on your grave
05/12/2005 Author's Note: repost 05/12/2005
Posted on 07/08/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/08/06 at 03:44 PM "But the scars stick out like a dead bride
Hanging from a noose made of tulle" This description of scars made my mental concept of scars bigger. "And when the time comes
I'll lay blame, not flowers, on your grave" was profound to me. Took me to my father's grave, the one I carry around in my head. I hadn't even really realized it was there. From that internal admission, I realized my error. I do not have a truly objective perception. I cannot get a true perception of past events, because I'm never truly objective. I'm a captive to my own perceptions. I am not outside, elevated or underneath, the events I contemplate (especially those I perceive to have been monumental, whether negative or positive). This was profound to me. Thanx! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/09/06 at 03:01 PM Quite the riveting expression of lost love. Vibrating with anger and disappointment. Well done! |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 07/10/06 at 04:09 AM "Oh, the choices made, Not regretted but still considered, Weighing on my constitution" ~ such truth.. a beautifully sad piece |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/09/07 at 03:40 PM once again...and i'm sure i am just repeating myself...i am in awe of your ability to paint such vivid emotions with your words...love it. |
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