Recollection (4) - Accursed Poet

Never had I got the time to grieve,
The invisible pain that had scarred me so deep,
During my short but colorful life,
I've joined many tales and brought many truths to light,
I've made many friends, but where are they now?
I'm left alone to reap what I sowed,
I've collected many treasure but where are they now?
I'm left penniless, haunted by hollow screams, so loud,
My pain is as light as pain can be,
Then why do I still feel shadows of the past come haunting me?
I've done many things wrong,
My list of sins has extended for too long,
I've acknowledged myself to be flawed,
But without anymore friends to offer guidance as before,
What am I trying for?
To have my dreams and hopes tore,
I remember my summer sweethearts,
Those who are my motivation to becoming a bard,
Now I can crystalise my fleeting moments with them,
Back when I was a foolish lad, who always leaves his hair unkempt,
I remember my old friends,
Those who when I needed guidance and support, they lent,
Now I can return the favour, and lend them fame,
But now there are no one left beside me, I am filled with shame,
So nowadays I drown myself in lust and desires,
Always finding more hollow beauties to love and admire,
Such is the fate of this accursed poet,
To dance in unfulfilled desires, and be the Devil's pet,
Even so, I feel a sense of longing,
Long to remember the homes I had been in, so loving.

- Stu. T.H. (November 19, 2023)

Author's Note

"Funny, isn't it?"