time refuses to heal.
every memory of you haunts and taunts and shadows my everyday, and
silence is telling me more than i ever wanted it to.
it remembers too much.
clinging to the past i feel inept.
my Joy is overcome by Pain.
while distance is meant to exhaust this ache to see you,
i'm still drawn to your charm, a charm
you are unaware you have,
one charm i selfishly hope nobody finds.
we may have been young and wore naivety with a smile,
yet we shared more than what anyone expected of us.
but now i hesitate in deciding who to turn to.
lost, i doubt every one's allegiance, questioning their selfless concern.
the divine timbre of your voice weakens in my memory.
the glimmer in your eyes fades from its pictures, yet still
time refuses to heal -
it must have its own agenda.
and without any hope or one of my own,
i struggle on, missing you.
Tupac wrote a poetry book that I recently looked at: "The Rose that Grew From Concrete". One particular line ("Joy is overcome by Pain") stuck with me and while I incorporated it into this piece, it was also the motivation behind it. Thank you for checking out the page!
I really appreciate that! It means a lot that other writers like my work. Looking forward to reading your work soon, I'm hoping that writer's block's faded!
I still feel this way today about someone. I really love this poem.
Thanks so much. I'm glad it came across as something you could relate to.
I like this poem, reminds me of the time I missed a particular girl a lot.