The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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Haunted...

@Uootem

Like midnight's moment spent in quiet solitude
when dreams are formed beyond twinkling stars
and another poetic rambling realized
my heart, a celestial black hole
for old dreams and aged desires.

Soaring on wings of "you and I",
and the shooting stars of lost love.
I laughed at them... taking nothing too serious
and called them names... silly little expressions
all to neglect the emotions of a past lifetime,
now lost... because I did not realize their gravity.

have they forgiven me?... for such carelessness
else, I am their victim,
to be forever haunted by regrets that
avoid the efforts of forgetfulness...
the haunting remains...
forgiveness not part of my destiny.

and now, I find that my futile hopes
always elude the fulfillment of my yearning
and the full moon casts its illumination 
upon the spaciousness of the darkness that surrounds me
forming an obsession of "shadows bearing light"
out of my real world in desolate aloneness,
of adulterated platitudes, ravenous with eyes
that still see long ago shared events,
as I struggle at maneuvering the capture,
ultimately marveling at my recollections
of all the perilous-ness of love lost.