To Lose a Memory: Self Deterioration

How many characters are in this piece? ;)

I understand. I know. That nothing is lost.
A misplaced mind. A withheld heart.

Whether paper or flesh, lost is not possible.

Your memories are a privilege. To lose is simply to forget. What have you done to 'lose' your privilege?

What has shadowed your integrity? It is plain as day, I can see the hurt in your eyes. How clearly can you remember the sinful scent? How vivid is the touch of horror on your cheek?

I understand you want to leave. You feel as if there's no other way out. Wise as you are, you're right. There isn't. That just proves us human. I expect you to let me down. Your failure is no surprise. Don't give me that astonished look of pain! Why do my comments bewilder you?

I will call you as I please. I will push you over the edge. I will keep your head under the water. I will pick up the knife, pull the trigger, tie the noose. I will make you suffer - but only because you've forced me to. I am your conscience, and you have destroyed me. I am a faint glint and you are the eclipse.

Maybe it is possible to lose.

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

Suicide is a b***h I know, I hated life more than anything, great poem, Orlando Murcia

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beautifully morbid poem. and yes, i would call it a poem, but thats besides the fact. i think its wonderfully written.

[LC Coyle]

I love the riddle-like feel of the first few paragraphs, and your prose poetry as a whole. The images convey the story before you do, but the way it picks up at the end is my absolute favorite. The procession of emotions- incredulity to degradation- work well on both individuals in this piece. Once again you've left me dazed. 'I am a faint glint and you are the eclipse' is a shot straight through the chest, true poetry. Favorite. Again.

[Alexander W. Quinn]

I especially like the final paragraph here (I will call you as I pelase...). It's a touch dark, very honest, and shows a deep understanding of self. Bravo! Thank you for posting it.