It's Not to Say.

A Poem by The_Gargoyle

It’s not to say I was blind

It’s not to say I played the fool

It only serves to remind

That my heart can play a trick so cruel

It’s not to say you never cared

It’s not to say I was abused

It only helps define me

Now my delusions are defused

It’s not to say I surrender

It’s not to say my soul is crushed

But I cannot understand or dare to know

How I so swift aside was brushed

It’s not to say I shan't forget

It’s not to say forgiveness is unknown

To consign my pain to future

The walls of memory hastily grown.

It’s not for you to say ‘you’re sorry’

It’s not for you to twist and lie

Our past reduced to empty words and token grace

My crutch of withered loathing slow to die.

© 2015 The_Gargoyle

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Outlaw

I suppose I should start with the title. For this piece, the title fits brilliantly. That is to say, you make it relevant to the work. As for the piece itself, the mental image that I projected would be of someone who understands a situation and yet still finds their self looking back on it. If I am correct you have had some experience with this in your life? That would be my assumption. The other would be that someone very close to you has had an experience much akin to this. Overall, this is absolute brilliance. I would be very much looking forward to another piece from you set in a more positive light. The tone of this one seems like unyielding understanding. You understand how this feels a bit too much I would say. Well done.