Confession

I have a thing for keeping things;
for holding on,
for knowing not,
when songs should no longer be sung…
I have a thing for keeping things,
For aging — trying to stay young,
& though I know I’ve had my lot,
I still cling on,
I have a thing for keeping things…
for holding on,
for knowing not,
how to move on —
how to wrong not…

I have a thing for keeping things;
posing headstrong,
in each blind spot;
I lose the whys I toil day-long…
I have a thing for keeping things,
for waning, striving to stay strong,
Though I am never whom I thought,
I still act on,
I have a thing for keeping things…
posing headstrong,
in each blind spot;
I miss that song,
That I forgot…

I have a thing for keeping things;
for losing flame,
though much I roam,
I cannot flee my self-set shame…
I have a thing for keeping things,
For spending lifetimes casting blame,
Though flaws struck deep down my genome,
I stay the same,
I have a thing for keeping things…
for losing flame,
though much I roam,
I cannot claim,
I’m ever home…

I have a thing for keeping things;
for falsehoods learned,
for losing trust;
Then, ever-longing for all I’ve yearned…
I have a thing for keeping things,
For knowing not when tides have turned;
That dismissed ties eventually rust,
That old bridges burnt…
I have a thing for keeping things…
For falsehoods learned,
For losing trust;
For living spurned,
then turn to dust…

I have a thing for keeping things;
For telling lies,
For losing face,
While living lifetimes in disguise…
I have a thing for keeping things,
For doubting truth meeting my eyes,
& fleeing Life I can’t efface,
as I capsize,
I have a thing for keeping things…
For telling lies,
For losing face,
For cutting ties,
& renouncing grace…

I have a thing for keeping things;
for scheming along,
in every plot,
To serve the pleasures I prolong…
I have a thing for keeping things,
For dismissing all chances to belong,
For pricing all values for naught,
for reasons wrong,
I have a thing for keeping things…
for scheming along,
in every plot,
for choosing wrong,
Until I rot…

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2 responses to “Confession”

  1. asmakitto Avatar

    A wonderful poem .

    though much I roam,
    I cannot claim,
    I’m ever home…

    Liked by 1 person

    1. beshoysabri Avatar

      Thank you, Asma, so much for your comment,
      I deeply appreciate it ❤ Glad, you liked it.

      Like

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