Poetry
Abandoned
Yet once again you left me there,
in a world I couldn't hear
any signs of true regrets.
I was just buried secrets,
a text you don't expect.
Try to name one aspect
with which I would be so missed.
Even those I had kissed
so tenderly and truly,
has replaced cruelly
my role in their turning lives.
Do I blame their dives
into a new sea of thought?
I can't, though I have sought
and thought this the last time
I would leave on a dime.
Fate's Wheel repeats itself.
I too, start to lose myself
For my want to be alone.
For my need to so own
a place where I can just be.
Still they constantly tell me,
always tender: “There are more
the future has in store.
How could I ever think so?
When no matter how slow
I try to hold back the time
of all those things sublime,
I have lost and I will lose
all that wilts like a rose?
in a world I couldn't hear
any signs of true regrets.
I was just buried secrets,
a text you don't expect.
Try to name one aspect
with which I would be so missed.
Even those I had kissed
so tenderly and truly,
has replaced cruelly
my role in their turning lives.
Do I blame their dives
into a new sea of thought?
I can't, though I have sought
and thought this the last time
I would leave on a dime.
Fate's Wheel repeats itself.
I too, start to lose myself
For my want to be alone.
For my need to so own
a place where I can just be.
Still they constantly tell me,
always tender: “There are more
the future has in store.
How could I ever think so?
When no matter how slow
I try to hold back the time
of all those things sublime,
I have lost and I will lose
all that wilts like a rose?