If I could leave here
Look back at your faces
How many of you would I see?
What I even be willing to return?
I wonder if she would show her face there
That spark of inspriration that ignited my passion to further
That torment that lead me to dwell on this impossible interest
. Would she wish me to walk again?
I’ve never been good at walking anyway
Always sprinting towards nowhere
For something I can not obtain
. Told her words that meant the world to me
Only to have her walk away seconds later
To answer the the call of another
. Pathetic. Worth nothing. I hold those words inside now.
No one deserves them.
. Looking down I’d hope to see the one I’ve overlooked.
The true person that actually cared.
The poet a distant past, only brought up when I need to thrive.
My resurrection would teach me,
Death never worth the words.
Resurrection – By: D.e.e.L