Friday, September 11, 2009

The far fickle relative

Crawled towards,
in all innocence

Walked by,
in assurance

Ran around,
jumped, played
and smiled,
in all ignorance.

Grew up,
in your shadow,
the one that takes no shape now,
or a shape that haunts me.

Lights cast,
the real face out,
what were you?

Sprinting away,
not just from you,
from myself too.

May oblivion prevail,
may memory weaken,
may forgiveness try,
in vain.

Find me not,
for I'm finding myself
Ask yourself,
if you ever found,
you.

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