![]() My EnoughA Poem by Lucas GrashaI
was once able to see, but no longer, the
spells have consumed, non-growing stronger. The
fires I lit so heartfelt by candlelight, have
grown to mean only hatred and lost plight. I
was once a knight, a protector of the sky, but
my chariot fell back from my Liege Lord's lies. Exile,
I learned, nothing to pass the time, other
than the Witches' Book; from it, I cast by. I
was once a noble, a great king of gold, but
those were back in times, much, much too old. Dramatics
faded, as I'd once been told, and
then I fell back from warm to cold. I
was once a troubadour, and I still am, writing
my life away by the pen in my hand. Continue
to sail away, tried, I have, back
to the angels, but I am only man. I
could once sing, but I still do, lyrically,
pressed out, from me to you. My
ink well runneth out, from black to blue, but
by my mouth, inscribed words ensue. I
could once love, but that is not drummed, I
left my heart with the last woman I loved. But
tragedy struck me when her bliss was done, and
songs of tragedy were meant to be sung. I
am all these things, just as I have been, and
in someone else, this process, begin. So
that they will take up my awful dins, but
why must they live the way I lived? I
am nothing special, nothing all too much, but
one thing I must attest to, something as such, they
will forget me, but ones who've known my love, they
know that I have always tried to give my enough. © 2011 Lucas GrashaFeatured Review
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Added on February 16, 2011Last Updated on February 16, 2011 Author![]() Lucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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