Behind me I leave
All those waking memories
For years it took me
To let them go
But I’ve made my mark
An impression on others
A smile
Something to remember me by
All I know
Is that after what I’ve done
I can’t look back on that now
Forward is the way to go
And even when I disappear
To become one of earth’s own
They’ll remember me
As the one they know.
Or rather a memory
That is one never to forget
Either or
My mark has been made
And marks I have yet to make
Will be my history
Hopefully
This is what I wish to pertain
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Decadence Hackneyed
PoetryTo decline unoriginal works bears Decadence Hackneyed. First poetry book in the Expostulate Series. A personal reminder to stay original. Written in 2013-2016.