Two Trains

Love of my life

Monster of my own creation

I think the devil’s wife

Penned a lover’s definition

 

Love is happiness

World’s most prevalent illusion

Frustration and helplessness

Fruits of beautiful self-delusion

 

Broken hearts occur in pairs

And self-abomination

Darkness juxtaposed in layers

Of pretty pink infatuation

 

If you and I met on a bus

And struck up a conversation

I’d have liked you and you me, thus

Free from the poison of adulation

 

But I weighed you against

A free woman’s comprehension

And you failed to paint

On me a picture of perfection

 

Is there anything left?

Not even civil words of salutation

‘Cause we cannot leave and we cannot stay

Opposite trains at the same station

 

Reviews

[Suditi]

The last stanza took my breath away.
Wow.
A wonderfully crafted poem