Vindicated

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Vindicated

I know this town like

The back of my hand

But it feels foreign to me

Now

 

We used to be alive and free

Now its forever winter time

With ice covered streets

 

I wish you believed me

Somewhere with once a warm

Summer breeze

And crisp Holiday air

There is nothing left here but

Hidden secrets and words unsaid like

Fallen leaves, cold and wet

 

You’re on my mind

Oh how I wish you weren’t

Ignoring what is right

Holding on tight to something fake

You gave us scars we didn’t deserve

 

I’m waiting for the signs

Of the day you finally see

But I know it’s not that easy

 

Even too much sunshine burns

I’m waiting for you to learn

Things can change

Please, stop this game

I’m tired of playing

 

I’ve tried to get you to

Open your eyes

Time and time again

 

To see what I see

You’re almost there

You’re wavering

Like the trees through the wind

 

Snow is just melting ice

Maybe we could be like that

Wouldn’t it be nice

If we could laugh

 

Things are never going to be

Like they were before

I’m just hoping for the chance

To move forward

 

Like each new day

The rolling tide washes the beach

With a fresh rush of waves

 

Can you take a chance and walk on

Your own and leave

Can you make a change and

Vindicate me

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Worthless commented on Vindicated

01-11-2019

Your poems seem to always leave a mystery of thought... always leaving that hunger for more.. wanting to know what the outcome is.. it’s almost as if you’re describing your feelings like the cold winter snow storm.. I love the snow..anyways, great poem.

guardianangel76 commented on Vindicated

10-30-2011

If given the chance i'd walk away... did I mention..I left the house to mom anyways.. I left it all behind...and moved further away... I would come home to you and stay.. I'd make it up in every way... ...sorry...this is my natural response....hope you dont think it's weeird

Musicmaker43

10/30/2011

hey, no thats totally fine. Just express yourself any way you can, that's creativity! Thanks for commenting!

guardianangel76

10/30/2011

your welcome;-)

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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