...Marooned

By SolApathy

Marooned in the memories of time
Knowing the universe is no longer mine
No opportunity to rewind
To undo the damage of a moment, unkind
Suffering in silence, a deafening- Dark space
Crowded with the voices I cannot face
They say I am a master of my own poetic fate
Tell me why I am so filled of hate?
Regret so long ago transformed
I adorn the ashes of a love gone cold
Wear it like a cloak, feigning courage
I embrace back-scattered moonlight beams
As my fingers pass though these escaping dreams
Can’t hold onto memories for long
My song is…Gone

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Published on Friday, June 30, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Epiphany of what I have become drove me to become no ...one

Comments on "...Marooned"

On Friday, June 30, 2017, midnights voice (957) wrote:

Ever notice how songs suddenly become intensely personal when one has a catastrophic loss or emotional turmoil . Extreme hate could triger the same . At first it is music but with years passing they become poems .
On Friday, June 30, 2017, SolApathy (652) wrote:

https://youtu.be/P7YMI39sObY?t=1m48s
On Friday, June 30, 2017, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

Well .... sometimes silence is just what is needed. An interval between songs. Take off the ashen cloak and try on a...cozy robe and slippers? And go for a nice long nap, to wake up refreshed and with a new song.