Forget me not

At your tender age,

they kiss you, feed you. At theirs ?

Plead - 'Forget-me-not.'

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Haiku Heights #155 : - Forget me not

He never made it

                                                     

He sat alone,
scratching on the back of his head,
line after line,
recording the stillness
with the quivering quill that was his mind
drilling holes into his soul.

Verse after verse,
curse after curse.

The little bars upon him
looked on with contempt-
'Now to keep you in,
I give up my dream'
Smiling he turns his page,
his heart, rent with ink that is blood.

Verse after verse,
curse after curse.

Sun rises,
falls
then the stars,
the moon,
they fall too.
He looks up, down
left, right.
Clenching his hair,
punches the wall -
Ah! beautiful poetry.

Liars ! hypocrites !

Asleep, he mumbles
magical incantations,
tragic symphonies,
the notes transcend,
tearing at his skin to escape-
alarmed, he rises.
The end is nearing.

Like a soul, restless
to run and hide,
the pages of his book
stumble on rapidly,
blood filling his mind.,
Oh! Genius, he marvels
his mind, his book,
almost over.
Overjoyed.

Next morn,
they find a body.
No one will mourn.
From nothingness to nothing
he has now gone.
Yet, his mind relentless-
keeps locked his words, his thoughts -

Verse after verse,
Curse after curse !

Still a Gamble

All of a sudden I stumbled in to a realization that has left me absolutely stumped. Well, not all of a sudden actually. It's been building up awhile and it has not erupted yet. But I can see the future.
The path seems clear to me, but the consequences of each step along the path is going to be harsh on a beautiful heart.
It is like crashing into a wall and thanking God for having broken your nose because now you know how important your nose is !
It's like realizing that you put yourself in to a box on your own just so that no one else could lure you into another box ! Because you were not even visible to them.
The question is again the same - whether to believe in the future i see or to keep moving through the darkness hoping that light would ensue somewhere.

The game is new, the board is new, the dice that I roll is newly cast and yet the gamble remains the same - I stake my life and hope to win some happiness.