From the Real To the Fantasy

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