A
Thought in Requiem
By:
Rodolfo Perez
Self-destruction
was no longer a choice, but an obligation.
It
was an unspoken responsibility. It brought salvation.
Too
many times I have sat and watched.
Sat
and suffered.
I
sat as the faces around me became rougher.
I
could no longer recognize them.
These
people I once thought I found comfort with.
But
that thought is in requiem.
The
days we spent indulging in the short but boundless luxuries,
It
all disgusted me.
Often,
I like to look back, and wonder.
I
wonder if they remember who I was.
I
wonder if they wonder why I don’t carry a face like theirs.
I
wonder if they wonder if I wonder who I am now,
But
they won’t know.
For
I’m gone now.
The
thought of me is in requiem as well,
As
my thoughts of them are.
P.E.N.T.C.I.
Finally! A good comeback work. Well done!
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