Requiem for a Dream (Poem of the Century)



She’s not worth it. Simply put it that way.
Not anymore, at least.
She cannot understand how you feel. Neither do you, for her.
You’ve done something wrong. You’ll have to live with the aftermath.
You’ve search for forgiveness and repentance, you’ve found none.
You’ve tried, really hard. You’ve failed, pretty bad.
You just have to move on. You have no choice.
Just move on. Hurting her once doesn’t give her the right to hurt you continuously.
It’s just, not worth it.
You may cry out injustice, you may cry out in pain,
But by action or cause, she is no longer the one you once knew, or once loved.
It’s over, over.
She’s fine. She says so. Her friends say so. Her actions say so.
You may not think so,
But you’ll just have to accept it.
Forget her.
Forgive her.
But never hate her.
Never.

There is only one result for you both if you both continue on your path of destruction.

But yet, hold on to those moments, however fragmented they are now,
For they are all you’ve got left,
Memories of the past, memories of the laughter, the joy and the times spent.
The hopes that was once shared,
If we do not have faith or hope, then for what do we live?
An eternity or sorrow, pain and carnage?
No, we live in faith and will always hold hope close to u.


Those words once said,
Were they words of truth or lie, you may ask.
Too late now, know you must.
The ‘A’ levels, the mother-lode, the pinnacle, the greatest, highest summit,
The defining moment of the culmination of your life thus far,
To fail or do badly is not a choice,
You’ve done that a long time ago,
Last chance you now have,
One shot is all you’ve got.

Fear of defeat. Fear of loss. Fear of death.
Yet, it is
Fear that give men wings.

Love, pain, joy, sorrow, success and failure,
Facets of life we experience.
Each will always leave a mark, but the others will always change that.
Time is a commodity that we do not own.
It is our greatest resource, and our greatest enemy.
We cannot slow it, to bask in the warmth of victory,
Nor forward it, in times of pain.
It cannot be our master, we must control it.

What is then, the secret of life?
It is how you live it.
It truly doesn’t matter what you have left behind,
As long as you’ve done what was your fullest potential,
And at the end of the day, been able to answer for what you’ve done,
And when the end comes, hold no regrets and let your soul find solace.

This is a requiem,
A Requiem for a Dream.

-adapted from a fren's blog