My Final Word ( Sad Sonnet )
Contributed by
ItsMeNow
on
Wednesday, 19th August 2009 @ 02:47:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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By design I have made this my final word, the last poem for you that will ever be heard.
I have written so many that I now can see, a record of us, of what well never be.
Happiness fled from our hearts with a speed, which presented a future of bleakness indeed.
Had I read every piece that I ever had wrote, they spoke of such sorrow, not one sign of hope.
Love is never a predictable thing, I only could hope thats what the future would bring.
In the beginning was jealousy, a poisoning tainting, that should have revealed the facade we were painting.
Then after the jealously our next bridge to cross, was insatiable lust embellished no matter the cost.
And all of the while the cycle we spun, was enticing indeed, we had only begun.
With our lives in a tatter, reputations a joke, 600 miles between us; we still continually spoke.
But spoke in a manner not conducive to the future we wanted, only intensifying hurt with the people we flaunted.
Perpetually bound to the love that we sought for, I moved here once more, for the love I had fought for.
Broke but sustaining, it wouldnt be long, till the ground would give out, and Id find I didnt belong.
So Id move away entertaining the theory, that somehow, and some day, you would want to be near me.
Then back to square one, this repetition of cycles, would begin, wed give in, and forget our past trials.
Though never to worry, wed not want for reminding, so soon youd come visit our progress rewinding.
Again, lets try now, so surely love can prevail, Ill move out there again; theres no way we can fail.
Low and behold not half a year later, youd move back with your parents, and think me a traitor.
A month or two later wed try again, desperate to believe wed eventually win.
Love surely can conquer these most petty of issues, how many times through the years, that same quote we have misused.
So many things, that I had to omit, from this sonnet of sorrow, thats so hard to admit.
But you know this story much better than most; weve lived this together, though its nothing to boast.
Its been hard on our spirits, theyve faded to naught; so much sorrow and anguish has this relationship brought.
The bad times were many, the good times were fun, but the best of the worst outweigh them all ten to one.
You were right to give up, I understand now this feeling, just look what weve done; theres no room left for healing.
My fingers they fly on this keyboard with ease, I have no need to think, this is my final trapeze.
The tightrope Ive walked has been my own curse to bear, its been hard on you too, as Im all too aware.
No direction to go, I fall into nothing, with no one to catch me; theres no reason for bluffing.
I love you I do, and I know I always will, but that never has worked, theres no hope for that still.
So I let you fly, this time its for good, and move forward myself, as I now know that I should.
Ill take the lessons Ive learned, and apply them in time, when its right, and I know Im in the right frame of mind.
Moving on isnt easy, its hard Ill admit, but Ill put my foot forward and fully commit.
Everyday I grow stronger as you memory become but a vapor; no more need for this ink, no more tears on this paper.
No more struggles for power, no more need for release, Ill just look deep within to find my own inner peace.
Ive done away with the waiting, said goodbye to once more, turned a new page on my life, forever closing this door.
We knew this was coming, we held on for so long; consider this my final gift, my sad sonnet, our song
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