About You, About Pain, A Memory...

who can change you? Nobody.
There is a need for you to change
They tell you
Like you were a child and like a child
You do not listen
You have behaved like a moth
Wishing fire that you do not know shall burn your body
They grieve upon this
But As Fate always have its way of winning over Everyone
You are finally gone
There will be a deafening silence for a while
But the flock has to move on for a greener pasture
You are a memory
A footprint that we all leave in a sand dune
The winds from the desert comes at night
Blows you away
As they all leave for another land
To draw upon their palms
A map
for Another Beginning

They shall remember you as a sad story
And they respect you for all that you have given them
And then
They must forget....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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