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I wish I had

Written: March 31, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under expansive evening sky, Paths diverged, leading me in various directions, staring at dusk, as sun gradually set, I stood at a nook, and a knot grew in my throat.  Words were fragmented, chaotic, and trivial, I failed to convey what I meant to say, Whispering desires of my secret longing, Yet, I struggle to grasp The obvious cues of farewell. Shimmering tears slide, from eyes full of despair, I sensed the warmth of a love that'd faltered... genuine trek of love, flung, was initiated too soon, I'm trapped within confines of my ego.  The fear of rejection, punctured my confidence, Preventing the pairing of my soul with another, And as I yearned, to express myself, I realized, My cultural consciousness, had misconceived love. Sculptures of my heart lay in shards, Bruised and pretending to be content, but barely surviving, As I became a predator, of my happiness, Deceiving myself with, a veil of silence and sacrifice. Assailed by love and closed me off, I am afraid to let anyone else in, for magnanimity, I stifled my soul's walls in the process, and forfeited felicity fulfillment, frightfully fetched. It dawned on me: ego is a cloak of love and grief, A barrier hinders genuine affection from flourishing, I had to release my grip, as I kneeled in the alcove, I'd let my soul roam free, from unwise love.

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