Sunday, May 11, 2014

Solitude.



Her lashes a crescent upon her pearly cheeks,
A silent tear rolls from beneath
The dark splay above her head, a crown seeks
But there are none to her this bequeath.
The quivering curve of her lip
A silent prayer escapes from them
With trembling fingers she steers this ship
Whose sail may never know wind in this mayhem.
The merciless thudding of her heart-
It doesn't stop despite being broken
This darkness has pulled her apart
And everything alive about her has frozen.
She looks, but she does not see
She hears, but she does not listen
Unshackled, but she isn't free
Named, but never can one her christen.
She shies from the light now before her eyes;
Holds her hand against it,
Desperately searches for the darkness of her sighs-
for that cold, desolate pit.
For she knows that the light never lasts,
It will perish as will all sanity
When it goes, away all happiness it casts
Leaving only growth to Darkness's vanity.
The Dark always looms
Painful and insane
But comfort in its enveloping ever presence blooms,
Rest assured its shadows will never wane.
Once bitten, twice shy-perhaps
But she had loved so she had lived, truly
Somewhere above her, thunder claps
The water churns beneath her ship cruelly.
There is only one way out, she knows
Of the steering wheel she lets go, slowly
This chapter must come to a close
And so it does- as she plummets down into the sea of eternity.


Written on 10th March, 2014

7 comments:

  1. I really like this one :) Its so mysterious and keeps one wondering.

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  2. Oh gosh, this is really good....the last two lines....I can't even-

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  3. I recall hazily from my memory, " In praise of idleness". It is a great thing to think this way.

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