Hardly Forever

Hardly Forever

A Poem by Nickjohnson
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Just something I wrote about the changes i've made about my choice in friends and my general direction in life since High School.

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If I have become so disingenuous that not

Even a mirror could distinguish who I am then

Please cease my breathing so the reflections are

no longer clouded.

 

I doubt your nerve, and whether I really

Know myself well enough to make judgments on others.

Dare I? Dare I make this choice.

Should I break the mirrors, protruding from every wall

I’ve built and shatter then?

 

Ground to dust, these last few shards

We shall fall together, these last few walls,

Like lavish debutantes turned to nothing

by the stars above.

 

Nothing barring my on look now, this

Marsh is drenched with ball room gowns

Draped from spires of black.

It is not my nature to romanticize such things.

 

It is in this ambiguity that I find comfort

Nestling my head in the arms of cassius.

Should I follow this dark path

Or gather the courage to wait for morn.

 

I must keep moving, I decided so very long ago

To keep distance from the lies once wrought.

But is there and end, a gleaming end

To the passage now forgot?

 

It seems my plans for escaping what I’ve done have been

Discarded in favor of traveling without thought.

Along the way, I met 3 women, draped in black, settling

In with eerie glares.

 

They gave me the words, of future and past,

Carried away on whistling wind.

I am no king however, merely a man

Destined to change.

 

How prophetic is that for a man who knows nothing else?

It is best, I change my fate, for I may become uncomfortable with

The idea of my future on the lips of a stranger.

It is best I drop my head, for the masked man is near,

I have called him, once more, finally my future is clear,

I have cleared the lies I once wrought,

Not a soul remains that can have cause

To think of me at all.

 

I traded them for the chance of riches,

But I never received by sack of silver.

End it quick, I whispered staring at gravels, embedded below.

Is this how my world ends for me?

With a whimper and not a scream?

 

© 2008 Nickjohnson


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Laramie, WY, WY



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