Gone forever are the days of the neanderthal
And quiet Earth overrun by Large animal.
Gone are the Dodo and the forests that are destroyed daily
And the icebergs that are melting.
Gone are the days we spent by the river, walking up stream slowly
Never thinking about what lay ahead for us
Never thinking of the bad times
Never thinking to recall the days we spent apart
Or the plans we'd made that didn't happen.
But I now recall what you said to me
How it hurt to me when you're voice echoed in my brain
The way you're eyes made me weak
And pushed me like an anvil to the floor
As you cleaned your shoes on me
And you opened and closed the door.
Gone forever is my life, my reason to exist
As I lift the blade and hold it close to my wrist.
Gone is my nerve...as my swetting brow grows cold, so cold
Gone is my pain, but i can still hear.
but I no longer fear...the reaper is here.
09/01/2002
04: 58am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Crafty and eloquent. I like the comparison of love being 'gone forever' like the extinction of the Dodo in the first few lines, Cynthia