Requiem

Old friend, I am writing to you again
The infamous tale of squandered love

To have my denial broken by myself
To have accepted past for my behove

To have grown into a man of honor
To have embraced the code of chivalry

To have been reborn like a bird of myth
To have caught lies of nightly reverie

Lost myself in this chronic transition
I regret the love wasted, in-between

Who knew life can just be happy or full
If only the great men ere had foreseen

As humbled as I have become due this
I’m failing to see the point of these rhymes

So old friend, do tell me what is better
Death, endured once or a zillion times?

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The Void

Spending years without making memories
Telling oneself it won’t matter due arrogance

Believing that growth isn’t chronological,
That time can be skipped, avoiding aberrance.

Not knowing it may cause emptiness in soul
A void, that is indeed older than the time

A man must embrace past to move forward
The way, roots grow first to build the stem

Because somethings have a higher meaning
And if past is unembraced, then it plagues

The time gone by is a dangerous thing if
Ignored, it doesn’t catch up, it overtakes.