Poem -
Nevermore
Nevermore.
Behind.
Turn
around.
Look
behind.
Mysteries.
Fuzzy
path of
what was.
Vaporizing.
Ghosts
along
the path.
Shimmering.
Spirts
of the
never was.
Could
have been.
Infinite
realms
left
behind,
unexplored.
Experience
lost.
Thousands
never met,
never
known.
Avenues
never
trod.
Sad really.
What a
shame.
All the
could
have
beens.
Carelessly
passed,
ignored.
Brushing
past
hurriedly.
Rushing.
Pushing
through
reflecting,
wondering
what may
have
been?
Should
have
been?
Gone.
All,
just a
mist
lost
in the
nevermore.
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Comments
This brought to mind a book I read on induced coma and how people have lived whole lifetimes in another life with other loves during weeks or months long induced comas. These 'lives' become real memories to them and they grieve their other 'loved ones' when returned to this life. Christ...life is strange John x
Hi Marion,
I was watching some old music videos from the 70’s (Eagles, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel) Each brought me back and made me contemplate the could have beens. Thanks for reading.
John
Ah...these weren't 'could have beens'
these patients now have lifelong memories of lives, homes, jobs, loves that do not exist in this life. They are traumatised about loved ones and lives that don't exist saying that these lost lives were realer than the ones they are living now...strange and freaky...x
Hi Marion,
I understand. Was just saying these videos germinated my poem.
I attached one of them to my post. Notice the lighters. No IPhones back then.😀
John