The Man Without Memory

by The Lyrist (Leo) - Leo

My heart is beating, but am I alive?
Who? What? Where? When? I do not remember.
Let the Past be Past, the advice for life.
The more one recalls the more one'd suffer.

If I were the man without memory,
Fill my lips with the unreachable grace,
Stuff my ears with the soundless melody,
Then amuse my eyes with your listless face.

To be a man without love and passion,
Why not instead to live a living death?
To live without desire and emotion,
Tonight let me have the very last breath!

For my request is not a selfish one,
May God then listen and let it be done.

Birth sign: Leo
Date created: 1998-03-23 00:12:56
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:05
Poem ID: 49118

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