Anger fills every vein
In your furious face
And I think that soon,
They'll burst
And I'll never have to see
Your merciless glare
That I could never make a smile
Only hate
Merciless,
Reasonless
Invisible pride
In me you could never find
I glance at the shining fire
Next to me
Lighting a candle to bring a smile
To the sweetest kid I've ever known
The fire vanishes
Smoke flies
Bringing tears
To my eyes
You're worthless
These words, I've only ever
Heard from you
I wanted pride, approval
Though when I ever made
Those emeralds shine
It was with anger
With hate
I think back, try to be you
For even seconds
Just to know
Why I could never make you proud
And I find nothing
Nothing in the past
I knew your father
He was great
And so were all
Your memories
He would've told me
If they weren't
Honesty
Such a wonderful gift
One that was much too sweet
To ever be given by you
I never wanted you
The words, so like a knife
Could only hurt me
If from you
In my past, I can find nothing
No method, only madness
That still takes its toll on me
Even on my brightest days
I can't begin to imagine
What I did to you
To anyone
That no matter what I did
I couldn't make those emeralds shine
That had once meant so much
But now are no more than another stone
On the road that first began my life.
What a beautiful poem, so sad but great....Kahlia
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It is also nice to see that you are moving on.....Kahlia
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Thank you so much! :)
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Your poem speaks to who we wanted to be and who we are. Oh, to be young again and live in such a way that our reputation could be authentic in love and kindness. Those stones can be emeralds again IF we are only determined to change. Very nice poem. I've read a few good ones today. ~louis
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Thank you! I really appreciate all the comments. :)
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