Yesterday
I wrote
Thriving in your presence
An ode to love
And today
I write
Sinking in despair
An antidote to your absence
A balm to the pain
A salve to the hurt
An obliteration of memories
Yet you seep into
Every word
Flow out
With every thought
Hijack every feeling
Till I can no longer write
In ink
As my heart
Bleeds dry.
Some people are like matchsticks
Starting up with a dazzling light
Before flashing and burning down to nothing
A simmering pile of soot
A has been of a never was
And some
Are like candles
Slowly burning
With a subdued glow
Spreading warmth
Giving light
Melting themselves
For your sake
Yet, we let the dazzle
Blind us to the warmth
Probably why my heart is dank and cold today
Rather than a well lit, cosy abode
Strike a match again, will you?
And light up the wick?
The shadows of the past
Catch up
When I’m not looking
Darker than ever before
Looming even larger
Scarier than what I remember
More eerily sinister
Whispering sweet-nothings
In hurriedly hushed silences
Ominously hissing closer
Heralding a spell of doom
I feel the walls close in on me
As I’m stuck inside this room
Breathe
Harder
Breathe
Faster
Breathe
Once again
Run
Longer
Fly
Stronger
Against the spokes of time
Put in some distance
Dig a moat
And pull up the drawbridge
Into an island of isolation
Stir not
From therein
And don’t even dare
To venture a glance
Towards your own shadow
30 pieces of silver
Or a sum far less than precious
Is all it’ll take
For your very soul
To sign your own damnation.
I looked up
And saw the sky
Shimmering in all its glory
They call it heaven
An abode
Where Gods reside
I looked down
And saw the depths of earth
Fiery and smoldering
This one’s hell
They said
Standing for payback
And eternal damnation
Then I ventured a glance
Towards all that was around me
I saw a myriad things, places and people
And because it still felt dark, empty and hollow
I called it void
Where humanity goes to hide.
Like a child
Free of beguile
I’d once given you my heart
With open arms
And a smiling face
You’d played well your part
And now I’m doomed
Marred
And scarred
With no chance of a fresh start
And I wish
Like a child
Free of beguile
I could once more behold the world
For its pulchritude
Is lost on me
And in its multitude
I now reside
A soulless heart
In a nameless wreck
Now I’m just
An interlude.
A little like a nightmare
A lot like a dream
A long standing hope
Amidst fears it may seem
One in the other
Bonded together
Entangled
And intertwined
A jumbled up smother
A tug
A pull
A snag
A hitch
Followed by
A lurch
A jerk
A jolt
A twitch
And soon you’d be free falling
And yet, somehow, also drowning
Into something
That’s
A lot like love.
One more time
On the merry-go-round
Thinking
This time it’d be different
The ride wouldn’t break
The music wouldn’t stop
And the laughter
Wouldn’t fade away
One more go
At the merry-go-round
To relive the magic
That’s been lost
The twinkling lights
Around me blink
And, my love, I will be
Found.
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I found it!
Yes, really
Tucked away
Within a distant memory
That floating sense
Of being in love
And more wonderful still
Of it being returned
Alas
Now reminded
I think I am
Perpetually hounded
By ghosts of what we were
And the shambles
Of what we are
How do I get
The lid back on
So a mantle of obliviousness
I can once again don.
A swan song
A sad song
A silken voice
Wrapped in
A drunken melody
Glazed eyes
Over a hesitant smile
If you see me today
I’ll be Lady Melancholy.
Moonlighting Scrivener 