Get Your Premium Membership

Forget

Pain be gone, Without knife’s song. Forgetting all to do with him, Until three true words spoken provide the beacon. Life continue otherwise. Black spots before my eyes, When on him they lie, And none shall I betray. Memories, photos, poems all erase, Until my verse has been reversed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things