I am your past
Bury me alive
Dirge not for me
Envy me not
Mirth and carnality I had
Of youth shines no more
What changes with time
I have no hold
Carpediem is over
Suffering I endure
Quietly I lay in repose
Deep in your thought
A gleam of your eyes
oft I suppose.
A lovely write, time makes past just a memory, and it is painful to bury the past when it is alive.
Yes, past is over. Ofcourse, we have no hold over time. So the Present is the only thing that matters! Don't waste it in regrets! Enjoy it... Carpe diem! ! A small beautiful poem! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nicely envisioned and aptly depicted.. A beautiful poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. ...... 10