Unnamed 17 - Poem by Salph Rage
The Bane of my existance
still scratching at desires door.
Apathy seeping its ugly pain
filtered through sieves of unforget
left to rot in needs contempt.
Committed to memory I now own you
held closely by pasts thwarting disregard
then blurred through bloodied eyes.
Recalling the decades since
I kissed anew the taste of crimson lips
then washed over with every breath.
Let go to pursue hopes answer
That waning light that
seeks accolades that eludes grasp.
With a sigh I say goodbye
till every memory of your memories have faded.
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