Runaway.A Poem by vspjaguarWhen I was writing this poem, I was completely possessed by my rage.Sitting secluded in the terrace, watching the sky turn from blue to orange, I wonder where I went wrong, I really don’t have a clue. I still try to realize why I am banished from the friend's ship. I see my hands going against me trying desperately hard to whip.
The weight of pain begins to weigh me down. I am going out of control. My soul is itching to come out of my body, no more torment my soul can take. It is pounded by the nightmarish memories and the horrid voices inside my head. I am trying to run away, I am running out of choices.
I was like the sun, giving warmth to the planets uniting everyone in the sky. They never looked back towards the sun to show their gratitude. Glowing proudly in the sky, forgetting the source of their warmth is very nigh, They refused to include it as one among them, humiliated it with their attitude.
The planets began to fleet away towards a different galaxy .They've found a better sun. The former couldn't bear the isolation and drowned itself into the dusk. They never cared about their sun, but it always thinks about them and loved them unconditionally. But they thought its love was a jinx.
The sun could see two paths laid before it, to explode and burn all the betrayers or to accept the eternal isolation and spurn the planets from it's life .The sun wished that there could be a magical third path that bridges it with the stars and happily unite it with its herd.
The sun decided to let go of all the suffering and misery behind. It realized loving the planets was the only mistake it ever did, It never regretted what it did because it somehow knew, it can find something new. All the pain and sufferings, under it’s heart, it hid. © 2013 vspjaguarAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorvspjaguarChennai, Tamil Nadu, IndiaAboutHI friends! My name is Sai Prasath,I am from Southern part of India.I started writing poems 2 years back when I realized that a pen in my hand can speak many unspoken words.I use poetry as a tool to.. more..Writing
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