My Last Look at Monitor Hill, My Last Look on your Beautiful Face

Free-verse poem featuring the imaginary place I call Monitor Hill, I am also finishing a story about this one. (Title: Monitor Hill Memories)

My Last Look at Monitor Hill, My Last Look at your Beautiful Face
-Epilogue ErrSix

As I climb my imaginary hill,
The grasses were green, the skies were still.
I looked at the vast meadow below,
It was your memory that soon followed.

I still remember the day we've first met,
I thank God for this wonderful day He had set.
It was you and me at the top of Monitor Hill;
Happy, carefree, and always vocal on what we feel.

But when we shifted back to reality,
Others looked strange like of insanity.
I wish the Monitor Hill is real;
Because I'll tell you what I feel.

My four years of love for you is a funny epic -- failure.
Yes, I've told you what I feel, but you just gave me a slap,
A slap on my face and my morale.
Yes, I'm also ashamed of myself, but that's normal;
In fact, if life is like my testpaper, I don't consider loving you as an erasure.

Now I think I'm not really mad at you, not because of a small thing.
I admit, I'm just your stupid poet who write poems about you all day, for nothing.
You also never gave respect to me at all;
Yet you are the reason behind my poetry despite all.

As I look at you for the last time,
Tears flowed in my eyes.
How I wish Monitor Hill is real,
So you would know what I feel.

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