posted on May, 8 2016 @ 09:58 PM
Special thanks to Quantum12 for sparking the idea.
So, I've been leaving a poem I wrote hidden in various jobs I've worked for about the last 22 or so years. It has never had a title. I haven't
been able to give it a title with the same weight that the poem carries for me.
So, now I will share my poem and see if ATS can help come up with the missing piece.
The as of yet nameless poem is as follows.
The clearest pictures kept in mind
Will fade away in given time,
Faces, places, left behind
In shadows hiding, hard to find.
You see my face? A smiling lie,
A darkened soul behind bright eyes,
A bitter taste in sweet disguise,
Your hellos met by my goodbyes.
In darkest days, through rain and mist,
I drink my fate with lemon twist,
And try to grasp with clenching fists,
To realities which do not exist.
There you have it folks. Short, sour and to the point.
Have fun with it.