“ What We Left Behind ” ~ remains part of us ~

What’s left behind

We may forget,

Tho some of which

With much regret,

Albeit dismissed

As mere neglect,

Persists remain

As part of us,

One suffers fret

Fate instils thus,

Till life defines

Best one be bold,

Ere to achieve

A state of mind,

To render whole

Wouldst fix to find,

Inspiring soul

Desires opine,

Worth rescue

What we left behind!

                     An ode to wishful thinking!

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“ The Lane ” ~ dead men stalk ~

 

The lane I walk

In dead man’s land,

Is one that bands

The forlorn souls

That dead men stock,

They who trudge

Hoping to find

What’s left of time,

And so survive

Their soul gone blind,

Unsure they be alive…

 

Thus as I walk

In this non world,

And watch in vain

The suffered pain

Those souls do feel,

Who try to taste

What once was real,

That man laid waste

With insane zeal,

Yet nil a peep

From alleged sheep

To save remains,

For they but follow

Big Brother’s lane,

Who need not walk

In dead man’s land,

Where dead men stalk!

                                                                          ode to Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

“ Echoes ” ~ of melancholy ~

 

I’ve come to feel

More than I hear,

Sounds that echo

Disquieting fears,

Of memory’s stead,

To suffer imagines

Played in my head,

That come to haunt

Tho long felt dead…

 

Yet lingers there

In lugubrious tell,

I’m made endure

Alleged indeed

By way of hell,

What so remains

Of minds loth claim,

Held worrying echoes

Of melancholy!