Audrey Ashira


In poetry on September 29, 2011 at 1:35 pm

Consider it forgiven.
Consider me hurt…
Considering what I’ve lost,
I consider regaining worse.

Consider it far off…
faded –
like I do.
Consider the red ink lost,
Drowned out in the blue.

Consider the words we’ve said –
Consider them yesterday’s.
Consider the ambiguities
To the games they’ve played.

Consider the options now…
Each one I consider bleak.
Consider the words used up
And there are no more to speak.

Consider this your decision,
Just like all the rest –
The beginning and the ending,
The worst and best.

Consider this band’s reunion,
Nothing but much contrived.
None of the chords are blending,
All of the phrases tried.

Consider this my last poem,
To the brother that I love still,
In a way that a sister does,
In a way that she always will.

Consider this my one prayer –
That your soul would be set on fire.
Consider yourself as nothing
But a holy consuming desire.

Consider these my last words.
Consider this my last try
To clarify this mess.
Consider this my goodbye.

Consider me moved on,
Consider me happy at last.
Consider us over.
Consider us in the past.

  1. wow. this was deep… and, while I don’t know exactly what you were talking about… or to… I can definitely feel the sadness…hopelessness…. I think, many can relate..

    and, I hope, not your last poem…

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