Modern Romanticism

If you are able to hear me,
through this thickening mist,
a voice is begging you
to survive the fall.

What I forged,
what I have handed you
are the keys to a better,
safer tomorrow.

But you still walk
towards that familiar cliff.
You still bleed your veins,
remaking the same stains.

Survive it, when you
complete your approach
to that revisited spot.

Attempt to rectify
your life, among four,
different seasons,
seeing shades
different from hues,

understanding that life
should not pursue death.

I have loved you,
while walking around
in imperfect circles.

I'll live, without you,
hoping you will complete
forever's image.