The Unwritten Exit
Upon this bleached and silent stage of page,
I wage a war against the closing cage.
My pen, a jagged, lonely, silver sword,
attempts to carve the feelings left unheard.
I seek to resurrect the words we spoke,
to mend the phantom heart that time has broke.
I massacre these words in restless hours,
my solitary force against the wilting flowers.
My spirit is an island, cold and vast,
where shadows of your memory are cast.
Alone in my thoughts—a barren field of night—
for now there is no trace of you in sight,
save for the fragile echoes I retain,
the whispered fragments running through my brain,
the blurry portrait in a gilded frame,
other than what I remember of your name.
Once vibrant, whole, a tapestry of light,
Our memories and your image burned so bright,
They were once intertwined, a perfect knot,
the sacred landscape of a cherished spot.
But years are waves that crash against the shore,
erasing footprints of what came before.
With the cruel tyranny of endless time it fades,
like summer light retreating into shades,
a ghost dissolving like love into darkest part of my mind.
A heritage of sorrow left behind.
I am a sentry chained to a forgotten keep,
my sorrow's hostage while the world's asleep.
Held prisoner by emotions beyond the main control,
a taxing levy on my weary soul.
The path ahead is split by a fierce decree:
Should I Keep fighting or let go and finally be free?
To battle for the past is but to bleed,
to cling to phantom promises and need.
Yet, deep within the rubble of regret,
a single flame is kindled—I am not defeated yet.
I choose to Fight for the strength to break free,
to sever every binding rope I see.
To seek the truth and recognize the door,
to walk out of the internal prison and ask for nothing more.
The lock is fashioned from my own deep fear,
and liberation's instrument is near.
The courage to forget is the precious, single plea,
the only saving grace, with only one key.
Would you like me to focus on a particular image from this poem, like the "bleached and silent stage of page," and expand on that idea further?
