🦋Vain🦋

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It's been an hour,
Since I sat on this bench,
Waiting, for something
That my eyes have been bewitched to see,
Like a trampled flower, I sit
Waiting for it...

My eyes can see deep into these waters,
Waters that is reading me, again
I suppress my longing as I sit,
The floral ends of my garment,
Rustling with the wind,
Swaying, with my heart.

It's been a day,
Since my wait,
My eyes shine with the sun,
Brimming with sadness,
Like a crushed pine needle, still I stay
Waiting for my promise...

The water is smiling,
The tides playing with my toes,
My face remains stoic,
All that I feel, they discern,
Gazing to my eyes, and thus,
Into my soul.

Its been so long,
Since my wait,
I cannot see, the waking hours of the sun
Nor hear the sound of falling leaves,
Like broken glass my eyes look,
Waiting for what he promised...

The waters rush in, too cold for comfort
The winds envelop me, making my eyes sting,
The leaves hug my toes, weeping in silence,
And yet I sit still,
Like fractured stone,
Like a wilted rose, head hung in shame.

My wait is in vain, my heart whispers
I refuse to believe, I replied
Leave... a voice, coming out of the storm
No. I stood firm, my eyes gleaming with resolve
Leave... he is not coming, the voice said again.

The seas and wind propelled me to my feet,
And like a crippled woman I stood,
Leaning against air, and water
My eyes remained dry, as I walked
A path that no one saw,
My naked feet stumbling over the jagged stones.

I walked the highway,
Tearing my soul and heart out,
Crippling my legs,
Shattering my spirit,
Breaking my body into pieces,
But still I walked.

Still I walked, to find what I
Had been waiting for,
All this... time.

                                                      -E L E N A

                                                      -E L E N A

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A/N: Okay, I'll admit it

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A/N: Okay, I'll admit it. I was a little... depressed when I wrote it, but pls, don't let the mood of this... poem, song whatever bring your happy place down. If it did, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. And once again, inspiration prodded me in the ass, right in the middle of the night. Its 1:48 am here, folks, so good night, or morning whichever, and hope y'all enjoyed this! Pls tell me in the comments!

Written on: Jan 30, 2022

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