PURPLE PROMISE

A Poem by shunik

3.17.17

Morning, it is not well to proclaim such cursed lines.

I’d rather curve sweet lies to gaze your smiles.

It is an ill-will to state such crypt of the past slowly luring my thoughts;

thoughts that might grudge me in my sleep,

sipping my soul to forget and unable to reminisce

every little bit of memory we used to mold together.

No words could exactly outburst that throbbing hole inside of me;

that same hole I use to fill with lies, make-belief,

cover-up memories and false hopes.

I am widely aware of the individual suffering each of us may carry,

but mine is too heavy, grievously uncontainable

to such high degree no man could ever carry.

‘guess you don’t have the slightest idea

if where these words might come from,

to describe such angst surrealistic thoughts you are widely aware of.

To tell the world of how a man could reach

a once-dream into a reality can never be an achievement,

for fame can always be forgotten,

but those little learnings shall always remain.

I was asking the Almighty if you could catch that,

for you to as well achieve such understanding for other

human beings like yourself.

It is indeed nonsense to narrate them one by one,

for every word may mean differently

and each passing night may always be a glittering gold

to a night-believer.

Merely, staring at your old ways leaves a disgust manifestation

of what once and what will be;

such cruel mind shall still find peace

and each ended life shall forever reborn,

the same old ways of loving to coincide

with what the heart truly dreamed of;

to be enlightened and be doomed all at the same time.

© 2017 shunik

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Barbara Walker

All of life, so many lessons, we grow in spite of ourselves. Second stanza, second line, correction "make-believe". That's my favorite line, " ...the same hole I use to fill with lies and make-believe, cover up memories and false hopes." Enjoyed reading and I feel your pain.