Nietzche
Bluelighter
Ok, I know its been awhile bluelight gang . . .and this one I know needs a bit of a preface . . . this was inspired by reading of Madame Bovary and is written from the perspective of one of the characters . . . though not entirely accurate to the book, the inspiration did come from that source . . .
Strange, isn’t it my picturesque Emma
That I have returned
To things I fought to forget
And memories I tried to keep hidden
But ghosts are persistent
Forever here to haunt
But these memories
Beyond expectations of dread
Still cling
And it seems
That every word I read
Takes me one step closer to understanding
You
But this heightened awareness
Is not the ice I was hoping for
While I wonder these desert floors
I can only scan the pages
That bring with them not remorse
But a most profound
And discomforting regret . . .
Do I still love you?
And why should I bother . . .
Only anguish did you render
And a “me” mistaken for a “we”
Your words are enlightening
Your words bring me tears
But not for the sorrows
You hoist on your back
But for the backs that have broken
And the hearts worse off still
That you neglect to remember
And never dare to acknowledge
Special acknowledgements to my friend Will for his suggestion
Strange, isn’t it my picturesque Emma
That I have returned
To things I fought to forget
And memories I tried to keep hidden
But ghosts are persistent
Forever here to haunt
But these memories
Beyond expectations of dread
Still cling
And it seems
That every word I read
Takes me one step closer to understanding
You
But this heightened awareness
Is not the ice I was hoping for
While I wonder these desert floors
I can only scan the pages
That bring with them not remorse
But a most profound
And discomforting regret . . .
Do I still love you?
And why should I bother . . .
Only anguish did you render
And a “me” mistaken for a “we”
Your words are enlightening
Your words bring me tears
But not for the sorrows
You hoist on your back
But for the backs that have broken
And the hearts worse off still
That you neglect to remember
And never dare to acknowledge
Special acknowledgements to my friend Will for his suggestion
