Forsaken

In the depths of depravity we find ourselves shackled by our own misinformation and uncertainties. Left with a reminder of times of old and good yet decaying and tarnished. Thoughts of love, of hate coupled like some twisted nightmare waiting for the morning wake. Reflected only as a constant mnemonic apparition of what was and will never be again.... Bite Size Poem no6

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Phil Capitano

Date: 6/10/2021 2:11:00 AM

A deep poem for only six lines, so full of angst. Sometimes we can never get back what was lost and our memories are all we have. Well done and good luck in the contest.

Ryan Feller
Date: 6/10/2021 4:04:00 AM

Thank you, brother. Isn't that so true?! To regret is to remember. Sometimes life can get so confounded that, for sake of our own sanities and livelihoods, we abandon ship and start up on the nearest island as if we never were a pirate....(maybe not necessarily a pirate but you get my point). Cheers!! Good luck to you as well I'll have to read your entry and reciprocate. Have a wonderful day! -Ryan