Et Dimittet Dominus
Let my poetry, be the kindle to the fire,
which will end the storm that drowned my soul.
I shall throw in all the photographs, the drawings,
hoping I can one day walk away from past.
There’s been a lot of things said, not much to talk about.
It’s the end of the route, I doubted we’d ever cross.
Let all our conversations burn, so my chest does not any longer,
I wish it’s true what they say – “what doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger”.
After all the wrong turns and bad decisions,
it’s the lack of will and love that’s missing,
that drove us to this point.
I will forever be proud, of never giving up on you,
even when you became a void.
We could have avoided all the pain,
but the past is now ingrained,
stained upon my conscience,
I truly have, so, changed.
So let the art, spoken word, tales of hurt,
tools that once had served in the memory of her,
burn, as I always and forever yearn,
her return.
Though, as I search for evidence of the eyes,
that were all and so divine,
I fell victim to the grains of time.
I, buried and have lost my mind.
She does not exist, I cry.
And to all the Gods,
there, sitting on kingdom’s thrones:
Let the girl, I used to know,
wherever she now roams,
on a distant world, where all is calm,
let her feel my embrace fall, tight around her soul.
Let her feel warm, safe, wherever she is home.
As this world no longer knows her name,
I do not wish to be where, her only warmth is flame.
A place where she remains, only in my soul,
a fire that devoured my existence whole.
So it’s time for me to fall.
All traces of her stored,
only deep within my mind.
A place where she’ll be loved
and the skies above are always kind.
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