Beneath the burdens of countless nights
Beneath the burdens of countless nights,
In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room,
I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart,
Blocking him - he who left without looking back,
Left with longing, a heavy bracelet on a wrist of air.
In vain, I sipped from digital expectations,
Eyes thirsty for a phantom letter in the box of echoes,
The pain of seeing his connection without words for me,
The feeling of being lost with soles burning on carpets of illusions,
His indifference - a shroud that wraps me in night.
I say stop to this waltz drowned in tears - from now on,
The ties buried under the heap of forgetfulness,
What strange hurt to be silent when your whole universe spoke through him,
It wasn't so hard when he pushed me into the chasm of estrangement.
Once the image of him as a hero was sown in my soul, now the shadow of a stranger,
I wonder how small I can be in the mirror of disappointment,
Do I deserve this harsh forgetfulness after I gave my all?
Did success grow like a weed between us, or was it all just a lost game?
He pushed me away - far into the cold, bitter ocean,
Feeling only the foam of his indifference, a wave suffocating my love.
And now his once-adored shadow haunts,
The forgotten stranger walks free, and my heart is filled with cold.
They thought I watched for his newfound fame from beneath heavy lids,
But what I hunted was a love, one before any tally.
His once vibrant call now just an echo,
In my chest, the pyre's flame burns beneath the ash of his 'all is well.'
What a silent battle between what I was and what is expected of me,
A heart-ping-pong between guilts and a promise of the new.
This prosperity that seems to grind down the natural in people,
I turned to ask myself: Was I just a reflection in the mirror of his pride?
Reflecting on love, what it means, I find myself setting boundaries,
Limits enforced by the heart, known only to me,
I deserve respect, attention, and true care,
In love and life, there I will find my sanctuary for my soul.
Worthy of love, happiness, and light,
I will rise from this abyss, embracing the power that is mine.
Amid the echoes of pain, I will carve my path,
Turning wounds into newfound strength day by day, month by month, and year by year.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024
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