I'm Still Singing

   I had loved you first
And now I question
Should I recant to,
The tedious vow,
Shattering right now
In my merry parade,
And my finite thirsts,
Lying deep within the shade,
So young and so suggested,
To cheap monotony?
You stand arrested
Angry and disagreed
Life's no masquerade
You ignore this maybe
Forgetful of our days
Still I'm only singing
In my own illumination.

You have already torn away
The darkening day
We’ve run through
A much-loved world
(Which already seems to me)
Lonesome too, tired in words
As we would lie face to face
Staring into the lights
Of our clouded worlds
(That now we only read of)
But you remember, I know
The golden threads on my head
And how each twisted
Curled around the sun so
And they illuminated
Your otherwise dull eyes
In dried up fleeting dogfights

But I remember everything
We sang those golden nights
Everything you have said
Everything of ailing skies too
And you neither need me
Nor my windy seas
Evolving, beginning
You no longer sing
Sing to me, do you?
And the songs echo
Throughout my weary day
Into something more
Illuminated.

Reviews

[Katrina Mckeown]

beautifully written.

[Steven]

Nice write. This was brilliant:

And you neither need me
Nor my windy seas
Evolving, beginning

[Kiri J]

Ok.

This is really, seriously, ridiculously good.
The flow, vocabulary... so much intelligence in such an emotional piece. Loving loving it.

Fantastic work!

K

[Ashly Christen]

a deep piece
passionate
longing
hurting
sad
yet hope remains in the words of a song
never stop singing
nicely done
♥ashlychristen

[Madonna Starr]

Yea I agree with T.A. Meyer..
Nicholas pretty much said it all..
You're good.. Real good..
Keep on writing!

[T. A. Meyer]

I don't think I can say anything else that wasn't already said in the review below mine.

But this is absolutely amazing.

[Nicholas S. De Lorenzo]

You have an old soul. Your poem is excellent. I love the last six lines:
"You no longer sing
Sing to me, do you?
And he songs echo
Throughout my weary day
Into something more
Illuminated."
Absolutely brilliant. You seem to have a natural talent with words and I am quite impressed that you are 15 with the mind of a poet of old. I was the same way in high school which is where my love for writing took off. I graduated five years ago and now I feel like I'm finally reaching a point where my work is actually decent. However, you seem to have reached that point already. And to think you will only get better with time. Good luck in your endeavors. Maybe one of these days I'll find a book of your poetry in Barnes & Noble.