When the world goes dark

Sometimes the last flicker of light can be percieved to be infinte. Yet when that dim glare diminishes only then do we realize how truly alone we really are.
Life is a cycle, a relentless, sickening spiral. We fall in love and those closest to us disappear and vanish into a haze of our own illusions. Everything withers around us and still we are transfixed by the one feeble light of love. We become so blinded that we miss the signs screaming at us, we miss the light perishing before us. We continue to stumble towards the illuminate with vain, selfish desire.
I had missed the significance of the delicate lapse of time where their hands had been clasped. I had misses his avid attention to the song that reminded him of her. I missed the subtle appraisals which meant a deeper longing.

I was blind to the truth that he no longer cared for me.
These shadows danced upon my periphery but my self inflicted fantasy immobilized me.
I think now of two bodies, their skin pressed firmly together, coiling and morphing within each others grasp. Sneering and taunting me for my naivety.
Yet still I reassure myself that he loves me.
The distance between us was eroding further, like mountains and oceans clawing a perilous path between us.
Words and whispers fell from his lips like poison that only infected my heart and restored that of hers. Flesh is torn away from my carcass as I an exposed to a malicious, corrosive world.
A world of black.
A world with no fabricated illusion.
In this world I am isolated, abandoned and forgotten.
A speck of filth riddled with insecurity and self loathing is what remains of me.
I was never worthy of anything.
Fate has been cruel yet just.
Now I can see again, now I can pierce through the veil.
I know that while I was blindfolded my life had been stolen from me.
I have become an intangible existence only addressed with regrets and mistakes. I have lost my very being and been replaced by a memory.
You say you miss me,
but so did they.
Eventually they all forget about me . . .

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

Yikes, this very dark and gloomy. Sometimes our eyes aren't opened until we get blindsided. This is a wonderful piece. I wish more people would read and review it.

[lunawolf]

Dark gritty and very true. I like it!