Crashed Thrones Poem by Abby Bilan

Crashed Thrones

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Gazes back and stares so nostalgic,
Cramming tears race down.
Punched head by memories so tragic,
Fastest transportation back to town.

Hanging dreams of mine,
Rushed with the winds of time.
Not even inside of me to be found,
Not even a single scratch or sound.

Written in the unknown lifetime history,
Cannot shade any of my dignity.
My involvement to impetuous decisions,
Has had made me a fool, a blind to see the precisions.

No regrets, no crawls, if I had just listened what's whispering into me,
What my heart just shouted in me, so dearly.
There might be no crashed thrones,
In my mind and in my heart,
If I had just listened, I should have just listened.
Yes, I never listened…

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: regret
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Yes, I know you experience downfall of being a person. No one appreciates your words; you're fragile, you're delicate.
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