Two Cents and a Stain

[erik]

this is my very latest poem,

You ask me what I've gained,
split apart and refrained,
what's left of me? two cents and a stain,

part of me wants to remain,
there's one way of dousing the pain,
you ask me what I've gained,

blank tapestries feign,
to abhore you more, I can be vain,
what's left of me? two cents and a stain,

putting me above the blame,
once again the repenter of names,
you ask me what I've gained,

I guess only time would tell?
lanterns stretch above my frame,
what's left of me? two cents and a stain,

no time to fall in love again,
no time whatsoever to my name,
you ask me what I've gained,
what's left of me? two cents and a stain.

[ctivnan]

Hiya erik!

Another beautiful piece of poetry! :cheers: Cheers to you!

[erik]

thanks I was starting to think with no comments it might be flawed but thanks,
I'd been waiting for comments

[ctivnan]

This poem made me feel sad... it's as if I had given everything and there's none left for me but memories, pain, vengeance, and anger. :flower2: The intense emotions your poem communicates are very delicate... it's just amazing how these emotions came up and yet there's the delicacy.
I am a fan of your work and now that I've really sat down and commented on it, I think this one is marvelously done! :painting:

N.B.
I'm not very sure I understood 'vane' in: to abhore you more, I can be vane

[erik]

well as far as the meaning in the poem the person in this is unable to accept anything beyond his death,
thus he's being vane, I"m not sure I spelled it right though

[ctivnan]

So that's what it means... I was coming from a different view.
:inlove2: Thanks very much! :bounce:

I'll check it out. I wasn't quite sure whether it's 'vane' or 'vain'.

[erik]

your right it is vain