Juno's Tears.

A story about a finding a romance while looking for a nothing but answers.

I find my self lost while in this world of darkness, It's secrets baffle me. I begin finding out it's a disease. This world i have created has only become fault and forfeit, It calls for me each night in my sleep. Our world is decadent, It decays beneath our feet. We call to arms our brothers an sisters to assist. But no one ever comes when your standing over your own body. Unexpected the truth, But i uncovered. A plot so intriguing it made me go cold and numb, it was worth more then money or trophies, A woman. She stood on the far side of the room unable to speak her mind. But i know what she felt. I could feel her.  My mind races when i think about her. Lost in a Conviction; a liar, a lifeless spawn awaiting the jury. I expect they will throw the case, I have been found guilty upon treason to my own conscience, But i try.  I live each day awaiting her divine and magnificent presence, It's so symmetrical and contradicted.  The two lives that were never meant to cross. The belief of being isolated, abandoned by trust in my self.   This forsaken solitary confinement is starting to tare at my skin. With each breath, Each mile i tread. I grow stronger to finally break free from this life of neglected feelings that i discard for laughs. But it's okay we hunt better as a team. Combined coalition so symbiotic. We grow stronger each day. I want her and only her.

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

Your heart really shines through in this piece, you have amazed me and mesmerized me completely with this. I really like the way you share your story with us without making it feel like it's so personal that we are over stepping boundaries by simply reading it. Great write

[Brooksfield]

Thank you, i'm glad you liked it! this is one that came to me in my sleep, i actually was writing this poem in my sleep while a zombie attack was going on, and then at the same time a woman in the dream looked up to me as she crouched behind a create in this dark room with a gun in her hand, zombies screaming and pounding at the door, i could see others, about six or seven but this is the only woman who turned to me and said "What are you doing writing a poem in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?" they all turned to me at the same time and stared at me as i said to her, "i gotta go" and then i woke up. So this one is one of my favorite.

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

Lol I have to say, I love your imagination. That sounds so interesting.

[Riley Mistwood]

Awww so sweet. Nice job :)