Goodbye Poem by Myrah Carls

I think I've come to the end of my line -
where feelings don't matter, neither does time;
fleeting images of what once was past,
I'm grasping at lost memories, holding on fast.
Tears come unbidden through the curtain of a smile;
trying to remember the happiness that once was mine;
striving to deeply bury the hurts of long ago -
only to find it unearthed, exacting vengeance - blow by blow.
The shadows of years-past continue to linger on,
holding me captive like a siren's song;
and in the throes of the trance-like state -
I give up to the feeling, I give up to my fate.
(3.27.2013)