The Sadness Will Last Forever
These were the supposedly the last words of Vincent Van Gogh. You're on deathbed, and the lights are beginning to flicker. What do you say?
And here I am.
Here, my egoistical belief I was infinite,
Meets its binding fixity.
How ever did I allow nothing but memories.
to fool me of my being's locked tragedy.
How did I allow mere capricious moments,
to let me forget of my mortality.
Windy skies, messy laughter, thoughtless dance, busy summers,
Was it enough to overlook my finality?!
I am every taut touch, slack smile, skittish kiss
Yet in the end, I am nothing but a body.
Oh, but truly,
I wish you blind conceited eternality.