Remembering Hurts Less Than Forgetting

I didn't intend for this poem to be about a friend, but I guess his death was on my mind more than I knew when I wrote it... coming up on two years now.

The whispered secrets of a love that’s lost

Slowly strangled until they are rotten

Tragically buried beneath mourning frost

Forevermore lingering, forgotten

That phantom’s promise rings loud in my ear

Torturing me with his trembling voice

It is the remembrance that I’ll fear

When knowing that he did not have that chance

Full of sorrow, an angel will then cry

For never again will his face be seen

We’ll say goodbye with a heartbroken sigh

And the makes life’s light lose some of its sheen

Now the nightingale’s song will always weep

At the site where his soul eternally sleeps

Author's Note

This was supposed to be a Sonnet....became a failed sonnet .

Reviews

[The Jay]

Marvellous depth. Immaculate expression. Definitive ending. Visceral poem.

[TC Dunn]

"The phantoms promise…" Incredible line. So dark and lovely. The emotion just flows out of this piece. Wonderful job.

[WhiteWillow]

A failed sonnet turned into a beautiful poetic piece. I understand writing something, and then not having it turn out the way you envisioned. Put everything you have out there, and you'll be amazed by how many enjoy your work.

[Seshat Nidaba]

You have a very literary imagination and not less than a lot of sweet-infinity in your pen. The sweetness in these lines are charming and not lost on me.

[Crow]

A wondrously beautiful piece. Certainly full of slightly dark imagery, but more so heartfelt meaning. A fantastic tribute to the memory of your friend.