I walk to and fro and around and up and down
Stay awake and dreaming my life away
Wades in water just to get away from dreams, yet
The sound of memory comes like waves and leaving me
Standing in the river of reality drinking from a thimble.
The sound of your absence vibrating walls, and echoes
Of your voice won’t fade like the cloud…songs we sang
crescendo and climbing to a height but not out of earshot
Wishing your memory disappears from day into night
And that no worse fate is mete out to me than the noise
I can’t get away from your memory anywhere
Can’t look in the mirror without seeing you:
On forehead, under eyes… the sound of the brute
Force of lies, deceit, and uses love as a noun
Loving is active and saying out loud: I’m sorry!
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
you have painted your passions very well in the poem, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Giving vent to the passions and over crowding memoirs in a verse form is an extra ordinary ability bestowed by the almighty. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing,10 points.