Poetry: #103 Reminded of the Time When the Darkness Came Close (Used 11)

A selection from a personal collection: Used

Preface

As this collection unfolds each week, I want you, dear reader or listener, to understand that no matter what you’re going through, what you’ve been through, there is an end—there is light at the end of the tunnel. Letting go of the past is only possible if you live in the present. Make the past history, learn what you can about yourself, at whatever pace is comfortable, and I promise your present will take you to a brighter future.

Reminded of the Time When the Darkness Came Close

Sleep tight, no worry of the choice he makes
Sleep tight, no worry while he stays up late
No shame, the pursuit of only pain
No shame, what do you expect to gain
Leaving all the thoughts behind
Letting him take his own life
No reason to care
No love
No love
No love for anyone else.

The game, no one can beat you at your game
The fame, pretending to be what you’re not
The tame, animal claws out and falters now
This time, no one can help him out
Leaving all the past behind
Moving on to another time
Repeat your sins
Who cares!
Who cares!
No love for anyone else…
No love for anyone but yourself

You’re a soulless loveless creature
Lying misdirecting always deceiving
Breaking hearts and stealing time
Ruining other people’s lives
Who gave you the right to live
When you condemn the right to live?
It’s a shame a charade a body of pain
And you stand there like it’s nothing
You watch as he bleeds on the ground
Waiting for the moment to pounce
He saved you once a long time ago
But know you’re all better and he must go
Who knows
Who knows!
He knows you more than you know yourself.
No love for anyone else
No reason to care
As he fades away
As he passes through space
The high he finds
Further in time
Further and further away
From the one who caused him pain
Release, release to some other place
Where he can move with his grace
Find some way to feel again
Maybe believe his heart he can tend
But who knows?
He’s gone to the place where no others can trace
He left behind two reasons to pace
One is a theory that love is a lie
The other is where he let his body lay…

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What are your thoughts on this poem?

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I hear another poem is coming every Saturday!