Charles Posted February 17, 2002 Share Posted February 17, 2002 I'm not really a poet,(haven't written a poem in like five years) so you'll have to excuse me if this isn't the greatest. It doesn't really have a rhyme scheme or anything. Also, I hope it doesn't creep anyone out as it's very melancholy. Life was cruel to you and I know When we were young, we vowed to be friends forever Someday you and I would build a rocket ship together And free of sorrow, circumstance and the problems of tomorrow Dance among the heavens and build a home among the Milky Way Standing here among the others I do not know how to feel Among a sea of black veils and slippery cheeks I feel as if I am a phantom Oh look at how your mother weeps in desperation Your papa's lips form empty words, as he clasps her hands with trepidation I hope that you have finally found our magic kingdom I regret that I could never figure you out You were a Pandora's box of dreams, desires and secret hiding places Now those precious treasures lie locked within you forever And still I stand among a sea of solemn faces I fight to stand strong on trembling knees, yet I know I have lost a part of myself Optima dies Prima Fugit, eh old friend? Do you remember the Desiderata? "You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and stars. You have a right to be here." If those words are true, then why are we standing here mourning you? I know the pain you must have felt when they took your very being away Standing here, nothing more than an anomaly, unique in my own way I raise my fist to the heaven's and cuss with venomous rage I asked God to protect you, what good did it do to pray? As the last bit of dark soil covers you, the crowd begins to disperse Carrying away with them dew drops from moist blades of grass Yet I still stand here alone, wondering at the feeling in the back of my mind Twittering birds all sing the same song Life goes on, it's survival for the strong When you passed my world fell apart Everything we did; we did together You were so familiar yet such a stranger Clutching at thin rays of dancing sunlight I finally see The person that was just buried was....me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ notes: Optima Dies Prima Fugit: Latin phrase meaning, "In the lives of mortals the best days are the first to flee. Desiderata: Old poem Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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