NOT ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD
There he walked, glistening.
A reflection of pure perfection.
Words so eloquent,
Smeared with truths of untold tales.
The half she found missing in hers.
He who she would seek and without fail find
A sufficient and abundant fulfiller of all she could need.
Only from afar.
How the wages of her love
Have translated to her bleeding heart.
Tears hugging her pillow night,
After looming night.
How the hand that used to love,
Has become the same hand to scar her.
Her words he find so untrue,
Through the deception of his own illusions.
A boy haunted by love he never knew,
Deprived by those entrusted with his heart so pure.
A boy scarred by the errors of those who came before.
He was paying for sins uncommitted,
Sins of the ones that gave him life.
The same sins that have captured him in his own mind prison,
Untrusting of the world so taunting,
Childhood pain unresolved,
Directed to the one who gave him hers.
Her love so strong,
His blameless heart with her found absolution.
And his excuse- If you only listened.
And her excuse- his faults my love will alter.
A love so futile,
A love so toxic.
Her own physical prison.
There he walked, melancholic.
Leaving behind him dust of broken hearts.
Words eloquently hurtful,
Symbolised by false truths.
NOT ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD.
Copyright © Sinothando Ndebele | Year Posted 2015
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