I Am, Error
Love should only ever kindle the present and the future. Not the past…
Primarily, I am second.
For I have placed others on similar platforms
Made of charred cedar and revamped memories
Unintentionally
It is not intent that we embrace, but the end result.
Good, brief.
Bad, seared.
Branded
I hang my smile on half-mast remembrance,
The elaborate touch of yesterday’s smile
Forgotten
And days go by
Where cryptic anger holds me dear
Because my identity becomes nothing more
Than a discarded 140 characters
Yet, this handsome error
Will still smile through the equally equivocal flaws
Of others
We are a marathon running on seismographic parallels.
Faults, unbecoming
Faults, embedded
One-sided
Expiration, denied
The pricelessness of my heart, cost overridden
Perhaps it has become the only option
To keep love’s punishment, subdued
While songs of psychic animosities,
Lay judgment on unawareness’ smile
It is not easy to reach wanton goals,
While attempts to (mind) read incoming ruptures
Incorporate 50% success rate
We stumbled when we ran yesterday.
We will stumble when we walk today.
We shall stumble upon the sunrise & sunset of tomorrow.
Why couldn’t you just hold my hand when we fall?
…
I am, Error.
One day, I will become a candle in the wind
Extinguished
Will the winds upon angel’s wing
Be guided by those same smiles
Tossed into amnesia’s similar gust
©D.J.E.
Copyright © Poet Tacito | Year Posted 2016
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