"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"
A constant tiredness reminds me of how far I’ve come, this journey wears on me.
Every day I dream with no idea of when I get to wake up.
Always running towards something I believe doesn’t really exist, tormented with doubt, troubled with expectation.
I get a glimpse sometimes but it obscures quickly because it was never meant for me.
So again I move on as I always have and wait for it to be my turn.
Little lady, what’s your hurry?
Up the road in such a scurry.
Never you mind,
I will get there on time,
so please, you need not worry.
I’m off to church, my faith to search,
I could do this every day.
So here I go and as you know,
tomorrow I’ll be back this way.
That day I made my way over to where he stood, a place where our dialogue did not require words.
His leg braced his posture while he watched the shoreline lap, his boat sits on a harbor of illusion until the ripples break away its silhouette.
Our eyes to the horizon with the evening sky blushing back at us,
We agreed to just watch, agreed to just be there together…
That day.
I don’t know what it’s like,
Something’s always missing.
The way you used to see me is lost;
Not you, that’s me.
Close sometimes to normal,
Close sometimes to right.
But…only close.
I live, I breathe, but only to exist.
My inner voice holding my hand,
The silence from others is loud.
Shouting quiet words to myself.
Whispers catch in the static, going forever unheard.
Life chases my soul to the finish line,
Pieces keep falling away…
catch them.
I’m lonely now,
Because time pushes me further away.
I would go back if you’d meet me there;
By your side one last time.
Hold on, hold.
As the breeze blows I feel;
I think of you.
A warm breeze, it’s familiar;
The wind is something I remember.
Loved one, gone.
Impossible to lose the memories of
their touch, it’s familiar.
Their embrace is something I remember.
I look like you, I act like you;
although I don’t see you.
I remember us if I think real hard;
Won’t you?
I miss us, the way we were;
Don’t you?
But I’m still here;
You?
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(I thought I’d share this poem that was taken from a journal of mine, it was written July 26, 2006.)
Forget Me Never
by Ash
Forget me never;
Forget me not.
Times we loved;
Times we fought.
We walked alone;
We walked together.
Forget me not;
Forget me never.
Earth To Ash 