"Love's Shadow, Love's Ghost"
On a cold and peaceful night like this,
My mind always drifted in wonder
To ponder on what if's and regrets
That I forced to bury at the back of my mind...
Things like how cowardice was of courage,
And of how having fear was brave,
How something so weak could ever become
Something unexpectedly strong.
How sadness is happiness,
How loneliness became a companion,
How the dark became so bright,
How silence became too loud,
How lies became the truth,
How deep became so shallow,
How solitude became an eerie crowd,
How every little thing became love...
Love--what was that word?
Such a meaningless word,
Yet it brings so much pain--
Such aching, gruesome, unforgivable pain.
You can't argue with it,
Can't forget about its existence,
Can't escape it,
Can't do anything about it...
And it haunts in a devious way,
In a mysterious way inside a thriller,
More scarier more darker than the first time;
It crawled inside the keyhole of my heart.
I want to get rid of it;
Don't want to believe at it!
But it doesn't disappear...
It becomes clearer to me everytime.
It had become my unwanted ghost;
Burying it is a myth;
It could never die, and it
Transformed into my secret shadow.
The love that was innocent
Suddenly tortured me like this;
I became an island before I even knew,
What hit me straight in the eye.
The love that I knew
Became a total stranger overnight;
But then I thought it through:
It has always been disguised as one.
I was naïve,
How could I have known,
That such a great king would create
Such a pitiful downfall?
But that was my chastisement:
To love was to lose;
To love was to kill,
Thy ownself.
Love bought me slight blisses,
But after which, expired,
Became poison
And slowly decayed what's left in me...
No--thinking about death is useless,
But sometimes I did;
Never had the courage to say it.
Never had the heart to do it.
I wasn't always like this,
But when I do, this is where it ends up
This is where all my thoughts end up--
In death.
But this isn't the end of me;
I live like I'm a dead man;
I'm waiting for someone to save me,
To pull me out of this dark hole,
Give the love that did this to me,
Let them lift my burden,
Erase the poison gnawing my soul,
And let the love that killed me help me get back home.
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2014.
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Blurred Dreams
PoetryMy second poem collection. Mostly about my different outlooks in life. A poem collection about my feelings towards other people.
