I Lost My Way

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.

Reviews

[David Scott]

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.

[fierceauthor]

Very grateful for the creative

[ANTO]

I'm with Lluvs - this really touches the heart. The tag disappointment doesn't do it justice Yashoda - its more like complete and utter devastation when we lose them. All energy and motivation extinguished like the last star of a dying constellation - leaving only dark matter and black holes in our souls.
Profoundly moving.

[Lluvs]

Beautifully written I dont know why this touched my heart but it did(:

[SariahM]

I like this, how long it is and how deep. This is one of the parts I like about it:

My unraveling reality.

I, can no longer feel your warmth

And I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

A tear, escapes my eye.

It really strikes the bell for me. Well writ,

---Sariah---

[jesserose99]

I really like this...it is a long poem but I think you have a lot to say about fate and free will. .

And yes, my fate is a result of the choices that I make, I love this line because I do think fate and free will are tied. Nice work.