Letters To Burn
I wander away into the wilderness of woe
I let the wistful winds blow
The sun is all aglow
Glide into me, happiness from afar
Am I still your ever-glistening star?
I am still left with this unmerciful scar…
I am left with these letters to burn
They were from my perilous past
Solitude and gratitude was what I felt back then
An upbeat attitude would be with me time and time again
But it was only a short period of time
Now, I am left with these letters to burn this time
I won’t feel this guilt inside, oh not this time
I won’t feel this cruel hate…I used to claim it as my own
But, now, I have alienated ambition, who would’ve known…
I am left to burn away the letters
The letters that left me speechless and so alone
The letters that made me feel dejected for a reason unknown
The cool breeze brushes against my face as I run passed the trees of tranquility
I let the abstract abyss embrace me all because I lost hope in my so-called future of prosperity
The moon transforms into an eclipse before my very eyes
I am wishing you won’t bid your heartless goodbyes
Am I still your cheery, cherishable clouds?
I am still blending in with these shady shrouds?
I am left with these letters to burn
They were from my perilous past
Solitude and gratitude was what I felt back then
An upbeat attitude would be with me time and time again
But it was only a short period of time
Now, I am left with these letters to burn this time
I won’t feel this guilt inside, oh not this time
I won’t feel this cruel hate…I used to claim it as my own
But, now, I have alienated ambition, who would’ve known…
I am left to burn away the letters
The letters that left me speechless and so alone
The letters that made me feel dejected for a reason unknown
The lighthouse, with its vibrant ardency,
Lights up the pathway to paradise and it’s meant to be
But, this all-too-familiar sadness sweeps over me
This gloominess haunts me and taunts me every so often
And I keep asking myself, “Where have you been?”
I fear for the worst…for the worst…
I should look forward to situations working out first
I am left with these letters to burn
They were from my perilous past
Solitude and gratitude was what I felt back then
An upbeat attitude would be with me time and time again
But it was only a short period of time
Now, I am left with these letters to burn this time
I won’t feel this guilt inside, oh not this time
I won’t feel this cruel hate…I used to claim it as my own
But, now, I have alienated ambition, who would’ve known…
I am left to burn away the letters
The letters that left me speechless and so alone
The letters that made me feel dejected for a reason unknown
I thirst for the aftermath of optimistic opportunities
I never wanted this grief in the first place…so please…
Take it all away…
Take it all away…
I want to live day after day
Without getting caught up in disarray
And feeling petulant distress everyday
I don’t want to be in this dreary and gloomy state
I don’t want to squander my time, running away from my fate
Please…give me time to make it up to you
Please…give me some time to start anew
Why should I gather up letters to burn? Does it make any sense?
When will it be my turn to earn gladness instead of sadness?
How could I learn to deal with these insane, illogical sentiments?
When will I be able to clean up my mess of impulsive madness?
Enlighten me with passions
Burn away the distractions…
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015
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