It’s hard to find the words I would like to say
Because as a man that can captive his emotions
And use them to create poetry
Requires him to believe that
He has such a thing as a heart
Yet the only source I seem to have
Is an endless void of fading memories
And shattered fragments of what was lost
So, everyone in my memories that I have ever loved
No longer has a face
Leaving me with no emotions or regrets
Not even anger is felt
For I believe that the animosity that would have been held
Was swallowed by the emptiness that I had given into
Tell me what is a man that has no sense of his own heart
What is a creature that can not even validate his own purpose
Am I truly that misguided in my own self pity
That I can not remember
What it was like to see her smile
To hold her hand
Or even to look into her eyes
I must be broken
But since I can not recall anything
i guess It’s not so bad
Maybe i’ll wander
Until I can find new memories…
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
Poignant, tender poem, Tony. I like it.
Thank you for reading!