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Author: Replica of Psyche
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Romance - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-05-03 - Updated: 03-05-03 - id:1251058
Three Chapters of Loneliness

I.

Alone...

Sitting beside the window,

With tiny sparks from the moon's smile;

I pour my grief upon this white sheet,

That looks like the veil of purity.

The veil that your blushing bride is wearing;

A veil that I long to wear...

Everything was like a stage play;

Only, she's the one in my position;

Delivering my part,

Saying the words I've long been practicing,

Kissing your sweet lips-

Your lips that's supposed to be mine.

Sitting beside the window,

With tiny sparks from the moon's smile;

I pour my grief upon this white sheet,

And felt the rush of chill and pain within.

The darkness swallows my mind,

Reminding me that I am alone.

All alone.

II.

Abandoned-

Staring blankly at the ceiling;

And lying naked on the bed,

Where I surrendered everything to you,

Silence conquers the room.

Stained white mattress, pillows crumpled;

Reveals a gloomy reality.

Last night was like a fairytale;

Enchanted by your deceiving promises,

I gave in to your seductive pleadings,

Taking off all the shamefulness I have,

Ignoring the strange pain.

We shared heaven's delights.

Staring blankly at the ceiling;

And lying naked on the bed,

I hug to myself the white mattress,

Trying to fight back the tears

And the realization...

He's gone.

... and will never come back.

III.

Deserted-

Raindrops dripping all over me;

I stood still in this sad street.

Confused. Thinking of things I've said,

Trying to come up with an answer,

On why you went away,

And said goodbye.

Tirelessly, I punched your number,

And listened to the endless rings.

I waited. Waited till eternity...

No answer.

The dial tone repeats your farewell,

Carrying away all the thoughts I have.

Raindrops dripping all over me;

I stood still in this sad street.

Felling totally numb,

I tried to think of you...

There was nothing. Empty.

No matter how much I try,

One thing only occurred to me.

I am totally deserted.



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