The World That Never Existed
Chest pounding like a wild horse
Consoling my heart with a bunch of lies
Before me lays a battlefield
Disguised as a paradise…
Nothing in mind, nothing to fear
Making my move, the weight I bear
Silence lingered, but they didn’t mind
Lost in their own talk, my offer silently declined
Pain suppressed: the agony of rejection
My presence was realized
Yet, the pain did stay.
Their smile was endearing,
But the radiance wasn’t directed my way.
Our smiles stay fixed, but my heart was in shambles
Taking my step back, my conscience trembles
None shall realize, other than that girl amiss
My presence wasn’t welcome, so I returned to my bliss…
Standing by the doorway was an angel with a gentle smile,
My sunshine, my cure, my cheery mistress
She is mine and mine only.
An enchantress and a tangled frustrated mess…
She was my everything; my hope in despair
A rescue from my quarantine, my only light in this nightmare
Nobody can taint her; no mistakes, no flaws
Her laughter was addicting; and only I could be the cause
Passion overflowed: the obsession with fantasy
No one could understand my love, for none really tried
Tore it all apart, my love was forbidden
Completely destroyed; my once magical land
My carriage turned into a pumpkin, about to be ridden
Never did she return, as I fell into chasm
Nothing remained but life’s brutal sarcasm
The solitude of my fate was decided; my end listed
Remnants of the world I created: the world that never existed
Copyright © Parisha Vasudeva | Year Posted 2017
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