My good ideas have failed. My bad ideas have failed. So much irony. Too much irony. How much irony will it take before the beginning or the end? I've found loneliness and I'm beginning to love it. All that exists begins to live not in deservance. I'm free as far as I can guess, at least until I'm found where I've been left behind many times. Until I'm found I'll not be trapped I say! I'll never reach out for another again. If someone reaches for me I'll revert to my original form: A skeptic of love and kindness. Remaining modest, remaining afraid, remaining myself, remaining in pain. Remaining alone I'll see great legends come to life. And all that lives is born to die, and all that breathes was born to deceive, and with what I see is born to cry, for alas the point reached was once no more. No more than shattered glass. Shattered glass absent of colour. The colour of oceans and northern lights in love. A love so pure it's too good to be true. A truth so false it could have only been written on brittle paper.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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