Of all the things I'd like to forget
there is one that won't relent
insisting that I bear witness
to the stranger now absent
pretending to be pertinent
something more than fevered dreams
even though waking does not commit
to supply the same to compensate
from the long ago and far away
a storyteller of top regard
liar liar pants on fire
asking favors that I can't supply
inability becomes the song
notes applied to instruments
to which life is tone deaf
I appeal for deafness to descend
crystal clear in murkiness
decades past in the rear view
all too clear even while
the beauty lives across a void
this illusion I won't pursue
though memories ask otherwise
taunting without due remorse
for the fool who should forget.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20181210.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sean, such a well written poem......................