Kismet

The first two stanzas of this were scrawled on a napkin that I found in my room while cleaning.

Scrawled words

Over scattered pages

Gathered together

Over the ages

 

Teeming with life

Sprinkled with fears

Smothered in strife

Piles of tears

 

This how I keep

The memory of you alive

It's hard for me to sleep

Knowing that you did not survive

 

There is a voice inside my nightmares

Telling me it is all my fault

And my heart this voice ensnares

And my mind is in an assault

 

My heart immediately starts racing

The fear is washing over me

This dread that I am facing

Is not a fantasy

 

Perhaps I could have saved you

I would not feel alone

No feelings I would subdue

And for nothing would I atone

 

I would not wear a mask

And I would not feel regret

In your presence I would bask

But, I guess your death was kismet

Author's Note

I have no idea who this is about. I just liked writing it.

Reviews

[Nathan Durham]

I really liked this poem. It was very deep and emotional. I think what really spoke to me, was that the style that this was written really appeals to me.