5 years from now,
I'll look back at today.
I'l wish I never kept a diary.
For when I'l read today's entry,
I'l recapture the feelings that drove this pen in a frenzy across this page.
The sadness.
The insecurity.
The anger.
Words I could not say,
In the fear of regretting them later.
I'l wonder if my insecurities were justified.
I'l judge the errors you'l make through the glasses of an error long gone.
For ink captures feelings,
Casts them Medusa's stare,
And freezes them for eternity.
But to keep it as a memory only is a dilemma.
For memory,
Like a chameleon, changes with circumstances.
5 years from now,
It'l paint the memory using a palette of feelings I'l have then.
In a happiness,
Your fault will be a forgivable glitch,
On a mental picture,
Of an overally splendid time together.
But melancholy will magnify it.
For sadness scratches the heart's scabs.
Making old wounds bleed anew.
an exquisitely written emotive poem defining a life crisis point, feelings frenzy in sadness, insecurity, anger; words wisely not spoken in pain to repent later, the dilemma crossroads knowing wounds can be so deep time cannot heal a cold Medusa's stare
exceptional and flawlessly written a truly thought provoking question you handle so well in all its nuances. 10+
I liked the poem. Wonderfully written. Fine poetics. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wrote the poem 'A Cold Medusa's Stare: Heart Shredded Bleeding', inspired by the poem 'To Write Or Not To Write', by the poet Norman Mukwakwami and dedicated to Norman Mukwakwami.