Ode to Oppenheimer

The World that Once Was (@Methamphetameme)

The World that Once Was

I look back, see, and regret.

so much of darkness, so much of

bitterness, of despair, of death, of the

chill of being forgotten for ever and ever

and ever...

I look back and wish. Wish upon

the fading star, the falling moon, the setting sun,

wish that I had not taken so of the darker pleasures,

had not indulged this passion for words of pain,

had not opened the door for gentle melancholy.

Wistfully do I weep, for the grief around the corner,

and for the quiet breath of silent death, as he steals

away the precious life, an old man dying, taken at last,

leaves as nothing, leaving nothing, taking naught save

sad regret, leaving naught save life gone wasted.

Bitterly do I weep, deep in the silent tomb of

myself, and wish that I had taken a little of the light

before it was too late, leaving naught but sad regret,

and bottles at the door.