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So Long
by Christopher ShinEvery moment I think about
the past, a piece of me never
really understand the misery.
The summer becomes fall again,
and I see the maple leaves
clutter around me like ashes
of memories broken and sad.
How ironic love is the only
memory I have of my past.
The first to break into
my soul.
Like oceans of time,
I remember the smell.
The heart that beats
fast like soldiers
on tragic drum beats
that echo the rhythme of doom.
Four loves of forever
wind blows through
my mind as I stay
full of life.
Yet all I want is
to forgeet and live
for the moment,
and her loves are
gone.
But I know that I
will find another to
tear me apart like
a piece of flesh
that is stabbed with
a needle.
Please let me go, Eros,
and I swear that my loves
will never haunt me from
now till the stones that
line my grave in remembrance
of a soul long gone.
So long love. So long. 08/15/2006 Posted on 08/16/2006
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/16/06 at 09:51 AM If only......it were this easy.....nice write |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 08/16/06 at 06:30 PM Indeed it is the past that keeps us from LIVING. Passionately expressed. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 08/16/06 at 06:33 PM I mean it's our holding on to the past that keeps us from LIVING...we just keep reliving a place and time that doesn't exist, while the only reality that truly seems to exist fades away from moment to moment. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/17/06 at 02:25 AM Yes, the ghosts, living in our back yards, does permeat our world. But then we let them by indulging in them. LIFE is HERE if one can break sone chains. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/20/06 at 03:48 AM Love and letting go ... not an easy task, is it? Sad and passionate read. |
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