FORGET ME NOT

I would not entertain with such a man as he,

All he sees is the darkness he brings;

He would always hand me a rose and a note

Saying forget me not,

 

In just one moment I thought my own pains had come to an end

when he started to speak, but that’s when I knew

it didn’t, that’s when war broke out when he opens his mouth,

he begins to speak his ancient lines of lies, just to get others on his side,

he wanted to make war with the knights that rides with their heads held up high,

 

I started to blush when a handsome Knight kissed my hands

and called me his beautiful queen, I stared down at him where

I could see the color of his wide eyes; where I could see if he is

A good man or a bad one.

 

I felt so ashamed, when he asked me the numbers of the loss,

I was silent for a moment; The I almost teared up when I had

Told him that the number is so high I couldn’t count their heads.

 

I remembered when I heard stories about true love and youth

I would always rejoice about what it would be like to fall in love,

How my knight would take me away from this old evil place.

But that was way before the wind of lies came into my life,

 

Oh, how I can still hear the roaring sounds of anger waters,

Where the light turns into shades, where the ships would sail

Where anxiety played games on others’ lives including mine.

Where words of contamination had been spieled out of the mouth

of all the evil ones.

 

Oh, I had questions but none of them where answered.

The cold room is filled with quietness while the storm just hiss

the wind blow hard leaving its mark, where sorrow of pains

held memories to tell. Where leaving is to start life fresh

but the pains will always follow. Where emptiness makes a home

deep within your soul, where life becomes too cold.

 

Oh, I can Remember his fugitiveness,

Questionings of sense of outward things,

Galloped horses echoes roars of a war that seems to never end.

Yes, I remember the night when he who kissed my hands,

His eyes told a story, a story I know all too well.

 

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017 Time 9:45 AM 017