It's buried

a poem about love . . . ending

It’s buried now 

This cloud of doubt 

Dissolved in memory 

Maybe, or denial 

A powerful sense of nonsense dragged me back home 

Stopping, blocking 

A stream of unforgivingness and regret 

It’s buried now

This moon of hope and letting go 

That thread of unspoken answers for unasked questions 

Weaving Forbidden love 

Hidden 

Deep below 

It’s buried now

The butterfly

The morning in the fog 

Those dancing stars in the bright sky of a deceivable night 

Leaving me watching, recalling 

Mumbling 

Stumbling and falling 

It’s buried now

This story 

A fantasy of weak hearts, lies and unfair battles 

Where all the sunsets were killed 

And defeated

This fake glow of immature kisses 

Prayers and wishes

It’s buried now

This dream . . . 

 

All 

Buried alive 

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

Buried and yet remembered. Many parts to the relationship revealed in a mournful tune.

[A.B]

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