Still life

A still life painting, that
I never drew. The canvas
Filled with the image of us.
Of you.
Laughing with the whole
Body. No clear reason
Why. Seems like such
A simple way to kill time.

A forgotten garden grows...
Somwhere....
Full of the roses and
Forget me nots,
That i never bought.
Theres a table with tea
Waiting for us.
We never did make
Time.

I wanted to build so
Many things together.
Empires to carry us
Through any weather.
Why we created toxic
Tonic instead I still
Dont know...
I never wanted harm to
Grow here...
It wasnt meant for fear...

In the end this was
A one way street.
For us.
A fast paced ride straight
Into disaster. We
Loved every
Bittersweet chapter.
Each clash of each other
Mingling together.

Swirling one right after the
Other into the abyss.
Drifting ever more into
The unknown and
Unstable...
Has it all come to an
End?
I feel as if this nightmare
Just begins...



Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2018-07-17 at 11:46

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is deftly built and elegantly echoes for me, Croce's Time in a Bottle and Chaplin's Cat in a Cradle. Well done Luna
2018-07-19


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
a painting never painted, a garden never planted ~ a toxic tonic realized, you have created two worlds reflecting the world we know ~ the unreachable ideal, and the all-too-real world we call life. nicely done, luna.
2018-07-17