~TheWiseCoug

[I'm dramatic, I'll admit it. I'm losing a little friend soon. And the only sober minded thing I can even think of are the words that come to mind. I don't care if its good or bad. But its coming out of a sad but important place. And these words are at the very least important to me.]

I wandered down through the past,
the path I took,
and hoped it last.

Memory of what might be,
of what I loved,
and did not see.

the truths
the lies
the water
the skies

All of which,
within my grasp
but in my hands were sand...

Fell into the hourglass
an infinite beach
where time did pass
yet still I walked along

Footprints there I left behind,
creations of my own design,
I had a vision yet I was blind.
What was my intention?
I do not know.

For ahead I see those memories,
crying out a million pleas,
forgive me if that's hyperbole,
but I care not; for I decree,
that all that they had meant to me,
let they become my reality.

And looking back I can't stay steady,
I steeled myself but wasn't ready,
braved a river but stuck in an eddy,
I feel weak but know I'm deadly,
am not selfish but definitely petty,
emotions lost in a twisted medly,
as soul is light...
yet incredibly heavy...

When I looked back.
I closed my eyes.
Every life.
I know it dies.
To the greatest.
It still applies.
The old one goes.
The newborn cries.

My path,
the one the reaper stalks
Keeping close but does not talk.
Reminding me,
I am not strong.
Just bitter that the path ends wrong.
He leaves,
and I leave prints beside tide.
I just miss the ones that were at my side.