I Lost My WayA Poem by YashodaEvery 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.'
Do they mean nothing anymore?
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.
These faults, lie in our stars Not within ourselves. And I, don't need the stars to predict this twisted game... © 2015 YashodaFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on December 3, 2015 Last Updated on December 6, 2015 Tags: poetry, love, fate, life, disappointment, realization AuthorYashodaTrinidad and TobagoAbout♥ Adrian Ivashkov is bae ♥ VA/Bloodlines Addict ♥ Belieber ♥ Rusher ♥ Just cruising through that Caribbean life. (jkjk, not cruising, because...life.) French &.. more..Writing
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