The poetry which emerges when the void summons
I stare at the ceiling and lay on my bed,
With persistent ruminations in my head,
I appear still, almost resembling dead,
With no vigour inside me, yall dread.
Isn't it the most intriguing, my partial existence?
The exuberant gigglemug, the pretense,
Cause that's what is shown, rest of it in the shadows,
My face concealing my head in meadows.
Indolent by the looks of it,yes, I admit,
Those little droplets, the radiance they emit,
Mere salt and water, as defined by science,
But they're fragments of you, says my defiance.
I know you never pray or ruminate like me,
About the consequences of your actions on me,
About those nights when I can't fall asleep soundly,
Imagining you by my side and wishing you profoundly.
Oh dear, even Satan tries to pity me, astonishingly,
When he watched you sacrifice all my potence willingly,
I just wanted to see you smile, without fabricating it,
But your bonafide pleasure was to throw me out in a pit.
I was ready to fend with my life for you,
Fight the viscous of battles , just for you,
Be vindictive against the whole universe,
Cause nothing mattered to me more than your love, in any multiverse.
I gave up my boyhood to be the man for you,
Never rummaged through the necessities in lieu,
For the little boy I had assassinated for you,
Only ever yearned just for you.
Flashforward, my eyes are still fixated on the ceiling,
It was 10 am , now it's 4pm, haven't moved a single inch of this mortal being,
For I don't find the objective to thrive, my heart is gone,
I'm just immobilised, cause my brain can't digest that you weren't the one.
Deliberately ostracised myself from my interests,
Pushed all my opportunities away, again in your best interest,
All because I wanted to sit down by the garden and talk to you,
While the descending sun reminded me of you.
Now all I'm perceived as is an outcaste,
Cause they think I've never erased you,
They're not wrong, I did make my entire purpose to live, around you,
Always breathed the air you breathed, and isolated, whenever it was feasible.
And now,I am just left alone in these thoughts,
Without any clue of what is awaiting me,
Everyone ascending on their own pace,
While they accomplish everything they've ever wanted and spit on my face.
Is that what you wanted? Congratulations your purpose is served,
But not for long, as I am building an armour and my empire ,
And when it's finished you'll see, that I can reincarnate and be better,
So maybe you didn't actually devastate me.
Sudden poetry from when I was almost asleep a few weeks ago, It has no specific title, it's just what it claims to be, my unfiltered thoughts.
I know this will be a direct blow to some of yall reading this, and I know I'll receive heart and gut wrenching, devastating, degenerate comments, but when I'm finally on my healing journey, which means I cope with poetry, I'll be infuriated on this platform.
I will show my frustrations, share my feelings and I'll scream till all the hurt is eviscerated from my heart in the form of words.
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