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My heart, feeling like a heavy lump weighing all over all me,
Closed itself in a chest full of demoniac seeds
Hoping, that by doing so, it would bring itself to destruction,
Yes, it would rot and decay
To such an extent that it would forget about the pain,
The hurt, the feeling of having been taken for granted
The shock of having been taken for an emotionless doll
Meant to be used and abused
Meant to kept there, on a decorative shelf
Having as duty, the sole responsibility of keeping silent
And allowing life to act as it deems it right, upon me!

"I am leaving," I whispered with a teary breath
On a piece of scroll meant for the lover to read
After he would wake!

I knew, I would miss his comfort, his steady breath,
His stability, his rule over me, his imposed limits,
All which allowed me to thrive,
As long as I remained blind
To the fact that I was not enough for him!

Then, placing my hand over the Fate screen,
Blinking dangerously to how souls 
Were being armed with sins,
I just let myself be propelled into a world
Where living is trapped by the laws of actions and reactions!
Yes, a world seeming to be both heaven and hell
Depending upon its location
Depending upon its whims
Pray, if nature chose not to destroy
Why, it's humans themselves who resorted to do so!

At least, here, I knew, I would suffer
Yes, here, I would be so taken up by woes
That I would forget about that which I left up there
There, a place whose name I have even forgotten!

But what I expected not was to meet with supernatural phenomenon
What I expected not was to experience celestial love
What I expected not was to meet love, here, toiling,
Like me, in human form
Trying to adjust to life's tempo
Trying to secure his uncertain future
Trying to find me, to save me,
And our love!

Pray,
If love erred
And now wants to be forgiven
Why, does it not become my aim
Does it not become my loyalty
To appease it and to love it back?

Somehow, this world shall fade into nothingness
What shall matter is the fact that we shall succeed in getting back there
There, a place whose name I have now forgotten
To help bring Earth back to life again
As it had been our home, for a while!

For Contest Fantasy
Sponsored by Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Written on 25th March 2018
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