Stories to Forget

Proudly I tread through the shadows with my head held high Still, I find myself in the daunting arms of trepidation (again and again) As I seal these pages with a sigh, bewailing my profound loss of innocence A curse can be a blessing cause with each letter I write history Collecting scars of a vacuous life in but poorly scribbled words Hear me, in the aftermath of hope lost to time I am telling you stories to forget Yet I see your gleaming eyes delving into mine, with every single line To rid myself of the torment, I keep on desperately screaming into the void these delusions of a sorry defeatist Whispers of death and sorrow, dire thoughts I must turn into verse to bail, to bail myself out It cannot be taken from me, amidst all the doubt and despair crumpled paper adorns the floor as I write these riddles Spewing hot embers from my throat only to cope with the pain Breathing as long as the pen gives meaning to the chaos Until the ink has dried Though tracing allegories for another short reprieve I won't make it to the end of this jaded chapter Hear me, In the aftermath of hope gone awry I am telling you stories to forget Yet I hear your mournful voice echo within mine, in every single line, till the end of time Hear me, In the aftermath of hope gone awry I am telling you stories to forget Yet I feel your lonely heart beating along-side mine, till the end of time

Submitted by The Void — Nov 11, 2025