I ran across the long corridor.
In my laced gown, trailing white on the carpeted floor.
With lavish lights beckoning me all royal,
A naive mind like mine knocked the door that looked most approachable.
I was welcomed with bright smiles
Tainted with thoughts treacherous and vile.
For a short while I rode the glorious high
Before I realised my white lace stained bloody.
Soon the champagne glasses shattered,
Golden liqued glazing the shards that pierced,
My skin in numerous places,
Blood oozing out through unseen cuts and pieces.
The only casualty in a vicious war
With a dripping heart, mind that was marred.
The socially privileged escaped unscathed,
Sweeping memories of me under a filthy morale-less carpet
On which I caught glimpses of those similarly destructed.
I held the lace to run again,
Through the same corridors of bedlam.
Banging scared on doors with broken fingers,
I spent lonely nights in the corridor, many winters.
Till the foyer ended in a enchanting ballroom.
Filled with all the defectors, marvelling at each others slander.
The lights of their stolen jewels bounced off on you.
Your face glowed despite the scars: amidst the savages, an ingenue.
This time I ran with certainty
Into your arms, as they touched my soul.
That kind face, saving me from the demons of this world.
I hug the same way now, never intending to let go.
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Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
