Title: Best of Me
By: Donald Keene I gave you the best of me, a sacrifice untold, When the rest of me, felt futures turning cold. Knew the best in you, a lie behind the shine, Was just a trick tripping me, a slow and cruel decline. Slipping away, not my destiny, this truth begins to bite, Gotta break these rusted chains and step into my light. I gave you the best of me, a cracked stained-glass display, When the rest of me, in shadows, chose to look away. Knew the best in you, a neon flicker in the grime, Was just a trick, a glitching program in my fragile prime.
Tripping me on whispers down a damp, graffiti'd hall, Slipping away like rainwater before the final squall. Not my destiny, this concrete coffin where dreams decay, This phantom limb of longing that won't simply go away.
The city sighs a toxic breath, a symphony of sirens' wail, Each broken streetlight mirroring a love that couldn't prevail. But from the rubble, a rebar will begin to bloom, Strong and independent, escaping this emotional tomb.
The static in my head now fades, a clearer signal starts to gleam, Unburdened by the weight of a half-forgotten, fractured dream. This concrete jungle breeds a resilience sharp and keen, My narrative rewrites itself on this stark urban scene.
I wrote This poem because i was inspired by
@mojosgrooves , thank you poet.
