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Matt Hein / Poetry / Reminisce / | |
| A reminisce to animosity. A reminisce to animosity. Written 04-12-03 By M. Aaron Hein. A reminisce to animosity was a poem originally written by by me to reflect Dash’s thoughts towards the end of Chapter Six of Anachronistic Skies. Branded as a traitor by the visage of both Rose and Leon after being stricken with venom, Dash feels greatly bereaved, but denies their passage...drawing his final ounce of strength to life his sword against them. Serpent, you struck at me angered, despising weighting, inundating me with venom paralyzing, as I stood there amongst that nothingness my eyes trained, restrained, it was than at such a point, that memories, like bloody wounds, to a memory stained. formulating, I opened my eyes, There they stood, two familiar figures, a woman and son whom I perceived to have died so quickly at the muzzle of a gun how many years ago? can I remember now? it was a medium of trepidation that had so seemingly wiped away with a plume of smoke their lives, their welfare into those paltry skies during that fateful day a spatter of life, scarring my conscience, now greyed. shattered, my love for her, for my son, rememberances, memories of our forays of those moments now torn, like a picture lost, long gone but now, there they stood amongst such a paltry road, a crossway, perhaps between oblivion and perdition, which they had claimed myself to stray their faces, youthful, eyes, fiery, attracting, beckoning me offering passage to a second line of existence, liberated, free but I resisted, I denied, hinting at such essence or promises deceived of my suspicions exemplified they were nothing, I surmised, but shadows of such memories ever insistent to revive to aggrivate ancient wounds resents grievances and hatreds, ones so easily epitomized as humanity’s dossier of notions branded, innate present derived from instinctual code compiled and exemplified but how? By natutral selection? perchance not, or through effection. a message, a promopt to lead me in such a direction to turn my eyes to meet hers, my suspicions only realized those eyes were false, fabricated, summoned, envisioned but for what purpose never clear or stated but implying only to reinforce my will to survive, to divorce myself from such corrupting snide my real love would have expressed wishes for myself to pursue to live I was continually torn, but only now did it make sense with like a book revealed, a rosetta stone of enlightening incense life is too short, too quick to forsake so quickly amen one must seize the moment to ride the wing not to look upon sickly If I had realized sooner, perhaps, with stride, I’d be at peace those memories cast aside. fin... |
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