The Soothsayer
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I’ve shuffled the pack & I find it hard to choose the card.
Will it be the the King that needs to find a Queen,
Or will it be a number, trying to prove it’s not a “has been”
I guess my expressions usually come this dry,
I have to woo a rainbow that graces this sky.
I am ripped apart in the stormy seas,
Swept by emotions & battered by these
Waves on the rocky shore,
To discover that I had failed to come to the fore.
Every step I tried I slipped & fell,
I screamed with my eyes but she couldn’t tell.
I sent her adoring peeps & glances,
But she was too busy to take chances.
And when I tried to speak my mind,
Someone interrupted me from behind.
So I took the sign as divine intervention,
And slowly crawled away from her attention.
And when I tried the next time,
The stalemate resumed, it was almost a crime.
She will just never know,
I will never be able to show
Her before I go
And I’ll always reach out to her like a barren branch reaches out from the snow.
Only she’ll be too busy
To notice your clumsy stake,
And like you’ve lived she will treat you like a fake,
The trader of feelings & the merchant of emotions,
Nothing more than a lousy salutation.
On the pages of her yearbook
You will be etched like a tender hook.
Cause the mask you’ve worn has come undone,
And the tears roll with the rise of the Sun,
But when it sets your eyes will still be wet,
And you will rest on the site of your own closure,
Where you forced yourself in without any disclosure.
By your side there will be none,
As was your wish when you embarked on this run.
To hood & to shade your reality,
From the prying eyes of this fraternity.
Was it this you really wanted?
To rip out your heart & to be taken for granted.
But that was the consequence,
Of your incorrigible arrogance.
And this stayed with your image,
You forced others into seeing your mirage.
Your shell was such a character, a bohemian joyride,
If only they knew that you were broken in half inside.
What they saw was what you wanted them to see,
They never got a taste of the real me.
This shell has served me amicably,
Only I don’t know how to get out of its predictability.
For this has had the desired effect on the mind,
Only the desire changed that was the predicament.
And when this storm has died down,
I hope to rest with a smile & not a frown.
And when this pretender has finally cleaned up his act,
I hope there is some compassion between the tear & the tact.
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1 comment:
Awesome man simply awesome....
really beautifully written....
and how truly u have woven....
the feelings....
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