Immortality was
an imperfect replication.
It was nothing more than
just a lifeless imitation.
Tag: Poetry
Nothing To You
It was so many years ago
– a life time for one as young as me.
But each day made the wonder grow,
and I will always want to know:
was my love a possibility?
Threnody
Let tomorrow bring for me
a blood red sun’s cloudless break.
For her light I will not see,
– to her light I will not wake.
I care not if chance or fate
– in sorrow have I wandered
and cursed Death for being so late.
This is the night I wanted.
Love and hope were all I knew:
every breath I would revere.
But love passed like morning dew
and hope fell to my worst fear.
Because our love was youthful,
there was nothing Time could do.
But Fate was very watchful,
and no bounds his great arm knew.
Thus for me the night had come
and all the world slept and dreamed.
But my visions then were from
opened eyes it would have seemed.
Through the darkness I held fast
to sanity till the dawn.
Only when I breathe my last
will these bleak visions be gone.
Now in this concluding hour
I exalt your memory.
In this I find the power
to accept eternity.
Let tomorrow bring for me
a blood red sun’s cloudless break.
Death, tonight, will set me free,
then by my love will I wake.
When of my breath I am shorn
and you bear me to the ground,
sing no threnody forlorn!
Utter not a mournful sound.
Bear me not there with weeping
for I would you weep no tear.
Lay me beside my darling,
for my heart has rested here.
(Written in 2013)
I.A.L.
Regret’s most bitter pain
took hold of my sold heart
as I tried to refrain
from freeing this burning spark.
The Captive
Shadows embraced this mournful hall
as the vast night beckoned to me.
In vain I sought her dreamy call
– yes, I would struggle endlessly.
No more is darkness a solace
that will shelter my restless mind.
I close my eyes but I am sleepless,
there is no comfort here to find.
I am plagued with lucid visions
of the shame I tried to bury.
These memories are like phantoms
– each bears the name “Depravity.”
Can I forget what I have done
and find the strength to start anew?
Will I ever find redemption,
hope that is lasting and true?
Is there still hope to rise and fight,
and to risk falling once again?
For should I wish to see that Light,
I run risk of being human.
What can one do in such defeat
when this despair is hollowing
– knowing that there is no retreat
and remorse ever following?
Oh breathe the fear of damnation:
with terror will one suffocate.
As he succumbs to the poison,
he falls in the balance of Fate.
So I resign to the shadow
with my soul in captivity.
And I brace for the time to follow,
knowing I will never be free.
(Written in September, 2014)
Brothers
Neither one of us is who we were
that night you swore you would stay the same.
Of brotherhood’s bond we could be sure,
but these separate paths brought different pain.
Poetry by Adam Nevarez 