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Forgiven


Peredhil

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You call me crying on the phone

What am I to feel?

The lies, the tears, the resolutions to change

All seem quite unreal.

 

The painful past is slightly numb

It's really pity in my voice

I don't wish you any harm

but you're reaping from your choice.

 

I'd offer reassurances again

but they seem rather lame

until the problem goes away

things will stay the same.

 

I really wish you well m'dear

and hope you find your way

you've walked wide-eyed in this path

and always had your say.

 

this isn't meant to come off as cold

this is exhaustion come at last

too late to complain of choices freely made

when present consequences inevitably come from the past.

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Some poems come across as real. This one does. It's awesome!

 

Interesting title, because it leaves it unclear who's beign forgiven at first. By the time one is part way through the poem one understands, but I liek that.

 

Mainly though, I think the really incredible thing about this poem is that the speaker's words and emotions are just so right.

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This was a 'gut' post, I just kinda blurted it out and left it. Given that it is drawing responses, I feel I should actually try to tighten it up.

 

This sort of repost/retry thing rightly belongs in the Writer's Workshop, but I'm hesitant to edit the original poem because that WAS how I felt - at that precise moment.

 

I apologize for the repost down here at the bottom, but I'm hoping to tighten it up, correct the meter, count the syllables, tweak the alliteration and tongue position transitions, etc, etc.

To me, rereading, it seems as if the rhymes get weaker as they go, and the ending somewhat tapers off and lacks resolution - which I think I'll keep. Issues of this type often DO lack resolution and the closure so important to human minds...

Anyway.

 

Forgiven - Version 2, the Literary try.

 

You call me crying on the phone,

What am I to feel?

Lies, tears, resolutions to change,

All seem quite unreal.

 

Our painful past's gone slightly numb

Hear pity in my voice?

I do not wish you any harm:

Sorrows grow from your choice.

 

Try reassurances again?

They just seem rather lame.

Symptoms grow and erupt in pain,

If problem stays the same.

 

I really wish you well m'dear

And hope you find your way.

You walked wide-eyed into this path -

cold bed in which you lay.

 

Sorry if this comes off as cold -

This is exhaustion come at last.

We could complain of choices made

Or seek futures from our past.

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... i like the second one better... awesome work...

 

like the reworking of last two lines:

 

We could complain of choices made

Or seek futures from our past.

 

 

 

...i strive for similar...

 

 

revery

the dreamlost

"still blocked"

the dream continues...

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