Like visions known only to the drunken eye,
I see the epitome of beauty; radiant, Splendour Bright!
Captured me in my motionless gaze,
As she grew more vivid to my growing praise.
I watched as she smiled and winked,
Is it an illusion or reality? I try not to think.
For my remedy lies in struggling to find,
A memory more closer to my real eyes.
That I may somehow drink to thee, and some more,
Till my consciousness succumbs to the beady-bubbling beverage, dropping dead on the desolate shores.
For I can not fathom for the life of me,
To see her fade, leaving me wandering in realms of grief.
A knave dangling by a cliff of memories,
The fall is steep, despite leading to a bearable purgatory.
I know not of the reason I'm paying this price,
When two wrongs couldn't make a right,
Was then your love untrue and full of frivolous lies?
Till this day I struggle to realise,
What alchemy could possibly veil the demon in disguise?
Behind that smile so serene, and eyes brighter than any skyline.
I do know for certain, but with much disdain,
I was once the bastion of joy, now sobbing in pain.
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A Journal for my Beloved - An Anthology
PoetryA collection of poems inspired by the honey-heavy dews of joy and love, as poems occasionally invite the reader to contemplate the wisdom behind the existence of pain, the seduction of nostalgia and our desire to feel complete.
