I Lost My Way

I Lost My Way

A Poem by Yashoda

Every inch of your perfect hair decored your breathtaking features,

Not friends nor teachers,

Nor psychics nor preachers,

Could change my mind.

Just a simple look at you set my heart ablaze,

And I didn't care what anyone said,

Because every ounce of your personality resonated beyond compare,

And memories with you I wished to hold dear.

Darling I was the lock and you were the key,

To unraveling our united destiny.

I longed to tell you how I really feel,

And anywhere with you, baby,

That's where I would have wanted to be.'


The poems I recited to you,

Do they mean nothing anymore?


We are in our own skin,

Have our own minds,

Susceptible to lies,

Why, did I, make myself, inferior.

When I fight day to day,

Trying to find my way,

Through the constellation, for years,

As I searched for that one star, my scars,

Open, when I wake up each morning,

My heart bleeds to see,

My unraveling reality.

I, can no longer feel your warmth

And I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

A tear, escapes my eye.

My spark of cheer for life disappears.

Despair fills my mind.

I look down.

Heat courses through my veins, my brain,

Searches for one to blame.

I, don't see you anymore.

And I, get lost among the cluster.

And with as much strength I could muster,

I endure mental debates about my destiny.

I, can no longer stand on my own two feet.

With battles in my mind,

As I lie motionless on my bed.

Hoping to find ends to fighting battles in my head.

And I stare at my reflection with that tear strolling out with the same manner in which you did,

Out of my life.

And I realize, as I search for one to blame, not you or me, the fault is indeed in our stars.

Perhaps there is faulty wiring up there.

And yes, my fate is a result of the choices that I make.

But my weaknesses did not come with warning labels.

And once more, I look at myself.


This pain, This shame,

These faults, lie in our stars

Not within ourselves.

And I, don't need the stars to predict this twisted game...
Because I know that without you, I will never be able to walk again.

© 2015 Yashoda


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We become the prophet of our own destiny.
This is not because we are God or we have no other destiny; rather, it is because we have free will. When we loose connection with love we often no longer want the will we have available to us.
This poem brings such truth to sight...
Well penned.


Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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A powerful journey leading to a strong ending.
"And I, don't need the stars to predict this twisted game...
Because I know that without you, I will never be able to walk again."
I liked the thoughts leading the reader to deep thoughts and powerful description. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote





Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is such a beautiful poem and it was such wonderful piece to read. You used such appropriate wording and how this is said is magnificent! Great job!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is such a beautiful poem.
You have used all the appropriate words to convey the feelings

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I was readint this and I was like "o.o Holy s**t, s**t is beautiful" then I saw that I already reviewed :( Well i shall review again xD

Dis is great my friend. very beautiful and full of meaning

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Words used are appropriate and remarkably affecting. You delivered the emotion in this poem very well. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

You will walk again as you find new love. An excellent piece with a great deal of feeling in the area of pain. Some of the greatest loves in our lives are those of ones we cannot live with. Beautiful piece. Thanks,

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

We become the prophet of our own destiny.
This is not because we are God or we have no other destiny; rather, it is because we have free will. When we loose connection with love we often no longer want the will we have available to us.
This poem brings such truth to sight...
Well penned.


Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Thus is beautiful!! The way you put is in is amazing.. Keep up the good work!! :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was very heart touching and beautiful. I loved the vocabulary you included!! Very good write, my friend.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I loved the deepness what a great piece

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on December 3, 2015
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Yashoda

Trinidad and Tobago



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