Remember Me - Poem by Stanley Oguh
Though I'm sleeping I still hear
maybe while I'm dreaming but it
seems to linger.
Rhythms of my heart beating
through the cold days of winter,
a warm feeling coursing through to
the tips of my fingers.
If my life was a canvas, it would
only be painted in black,
as I have always been engulfed in
naught but darkness.
And that represents both my future
and my past,
including my present even with
specks of light regardless.
I don't know If I'd rather live my life
asleep or dream while awake,
thoughts flood my mind while my
heart burns in it's flames.
Emotions stirring, ignited instantly
and behold a fire ablaze,
inextinguishable even with the
downpour of calming rains.
The stars above sing of tales
and they dance in congregation
during the moon's coronation.
For the sun to rise in it's kingly
might is an obligation,
and beheld by all in awe for it's
The heart's sermons are the
poems that we recite,
the sonnets we sing, the rhythms
that we revive.
Only such miraculous words can
heal even what death may despise,
and embrace the soul in an aura
from which even angels are
Reality transcends us upon the
chorus of sanctity,
It defies dimensions even in the
most beautiful fantasies.
There was never one who could
continue understanding me,
hence I advanced alone in life
through the celestial galaxies.
A collection of moments recorded
in mind are memories,
living out the stories written for us
is labelled as destiny.
Some may leave but shadows and
some bestow legacies,
and I hope with my words, the
world may remember me.
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