An Irony-Elegy to the Dead Star of My Past HeartA Poem by Epilogue ErrSixA free-verse elegy with "twisting irony" at the poem's end. Please rate and post some reviews. Thanks!
You died...
Like those flowers that lost their color, Like those trees that were chopped down, Like those clowns who lost smiles and changed to frown, Like the morning breeze that lost the good odor. You cried... Like the river that keeps on flowing, Like the falling snow that is melting, Like a child who lost his mother, Like myself who lost another. You rejected me... Like a worn-out undergarment, Like an unpublished newspaper, Like a janitor fired fired from the department, Like what you will do to me later... Slap! I seem to have lost respect on you; Because you close every door I open; When I ask for forgiveness back then, I only talk to the air. False, lost, respect for you is like of that forevermore! I could forgive others but not to you, not anymore! You teached me how to do this, Now suffer the consequences! If there are any. Sorry for being "nice" but; When I saw you and my love for you died, I smiled and sighed... "Good thing it was the past!" © 2009 Epilogue ErrSixAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 26, 2009 AuthorEpilogue ErrSixPuerto Princesa, Palawan, PH, PhilippinesAboutA writer that writes because he thinks he entertains people as he write. So far, writing is my hobby aside from gaming. I also compose songs, I already have the tune but I don't know how to play m.. more..Writing
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