A Silent Past Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A Silent Past



A legacy left to rot.
A therapy session left silent on a pad as the patient continue to lay on his cot.
Dear man, please going on.
Don't stop when you think the end is getting near.
For even if that may be case would you really leave all the others with nothing?
Nothing learned, nothing valued, nothing gained.
The empty appraisal does have its victims.
A thorn in anybody's side who is still here.
Among the living and breathing.
We should all be both learning and teaching.
Notes taken down for all of history.
Stones marked for all eternity.
But not with some date, but a great and beautiful story.
One detailed with so much tragic glory.
Mighty is the admitted failure that has been newly discovered and sorely forgotten.
So important is this right of passage.
Though there are some that would consider us not all equally deserving.
There are no benefits to being self serving.
In the end if you contribute nothing, you will have become the end of a future that could have been yet written.
These kind of crimes are attack on whole generations.
If we have to repeat the mistakes of the past because selfishness then we might just be corrupted beyond any repair, beyond any kind of morality, sense of duty.
Can there be any hope, can there be any redemption?
The first thoughts I have on this subject is how could you.
Secrets upon hollow monuments that mean nothing.
Idling an unknown past is futile in the here and now.
How could anyone ever be proud of such an accomplishment?
We shall call it the implementation ignorance.
Let the grievance sit before us all.
Let it stand tall in all it foolishness.
The thoughts of life to be limitless till the very end.
Immortal are the words, temporary are the bodies as vessels in which to carry.

Friday, November 22, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: history,lessons of life,silence,words
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