I watch them forget, forget their woven woes,
no, have they forgotten themselves?
I cannot comprehend the ones who forget.
They've left behind their own being,
only to be justified by their own disturbed terror sequenced by favor.
dripping in their frail tone,
they've left themselves undefined.
Believe that damp dreary rain coming across,
tapping you of the minded sins.
that rain traces strands of your own,
dancing upon bone, alone, no comfort home.
wilting your pierced skin,
dragging muddled will,
it shall be ruptured.
For those who have forgotten themselves;
listen to the rain, remember the pain.
our hearts will begin to knock,
you must attend.
For those who pretend;
remind yourself that your praise is maniacal,
you will be frightened by those who are habitual.
our hearts will begin to knock,
you must attend.
Realize that our time will be blocked by the weights of desire and damp remorse.
but your heart will always knock;
Tap tap tap tap
echoed by those confused hands of the clock.
don't look away, don't stray...
Tap tap tap tap
This is what your heart looks like.
Those who learn to forget must learn to forgive.
Yes, I am hurt. Very, very deeply.
Tap tap tap tap
I must attend.
CITEȘTI
collection of poems and short stories
PoeziePoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
