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'Unwritten Prophecy'

I've been staring at the sky,
And the moon whispers secret I can't untie,
This heart is so pure as much as it's mine,
So much love to give but no one's entwined.

I once sailed without an aim,
Probably with one but then it never came,
I took the time to stare at the sky again,
Tracing the constellations with a weary grace that is faint.

I tried to read the stars but the same result was given,
I tried to read my cards but the same fate was written,
Find another witch to curse me with different potions,
But still everything feels like God's punishment.

Perhaps a man can wait a hundred years long,
Another woman can find the arms where she belongs,
I kept biting my nails, I'm surrounded with fears,
Just yearning for a soul to appear.

I've been praying on my knees,
Clinging so hard to a hope with whispered pleas,
It's ineffable just how I wanted it to be,
A beautiful house, with children, cats and someone with me.

I'd trade my wealth merely for a company,
I'd pay any price, I don't mind the fees,
For a soulmate to share my love and my heart,
Someone who'd appreciate my laughter and my art.

Tell me, where must I go and see,
To shift my stars, to rewrite the prophecy,
I'd burn the world with no shame,
Just to light up a candle in wish for a twin flame.

And now I feel like an overflowing sink,
With the screeching of a pen with its last drop of ink,
I started to bleed on papers writing my affection,
For a muse I don't even know exist with so much adoration.

And so I fear this is my end,
No husband on bed, no baby in my hands,
I sealed my fate with empty conclusion,
It's just me again gazing at the sky with my own delusion.

'tamat'

-2024

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