The Ballad of the ShadowA Poem by V.B.A relic, from a bygone era when I knew how to rhyme.
ride the wind to fear’s demise
hold on tight and close your eyes feel the clouds traverse the skies like you’ll know nothing beyond seas of time in breaths of air; waves of guilt in every stare; the most beautiful nightmare that love has ever spawned on my window, a dove sits still motionless to guise the chill it waits and watches us until silence devolves into talk but before a whole sentence is made the bird takes flight into the shade and as we start to feel betrayed it beckons us to walk an inch, a foot, a yard, a mile a word, a breeze, a kiss, a smile crickets chirping all the while a whole world that we transcend in this moment, i could die i hope i do, ere it goes by i swear to god i don’t know why such beauty has to end of course i fail, and fail, and fail our souls grow cold and weak and frail i sense the black sky going pale with the futures that we shaped though normally a welcome sight it separates our worlds tonight so i forsake the vicious light that cannot be escaped and what comes next but rising sun to burn us both with dreams undone and it’s true that we can’t hide or run from the firestorm of dawn gather your thoughts and all your things for you know well what morning brings the withering of both our wings and the taste of love withdrawn and so it goes, and so it goes pages turn as the wind blows and is there hope for some repose when our dearest must depart? i cry softly as i watch her leave struggling harder to believe in such a god who could conceive this way to crush my heart too much now is left unsaid too much hope and love is dead lots occupied by fear instead Jill won’t come tumbling after so further down this rabbit hole i fall until i’ve lost control of the sanctity of my own soul and then i hear the laughter distant at first, but not for long a moment later, far too strong for me to notice what is wrong with the sound that’s come to find me things are never what they seem especially in thought or dream and this cackling, awful scream is now only just behind me i’m scared to turn and look to see the laughing, frightening, swift banshee whose unforeseen identity would have gone happily unknown but with some foreign, forceful hand i’m spun to face the firebrand and it scares me more to understand that i am all alone oh god, please let this all be fake oh god, please shake me till i wake there must have been some sick mistake i don’t deserve this pain but it’s at this point i realize the truth imprisoned by the lies: one too many long goodbyes has driven me insane so here i wait for returning love in harmony with lack thereof ripping feathers from this dove that once perched upon my window it tore my life and world in two and dug this grave i stepped into that i might always listen to the ballad of the shadow. © 2011 V.B.Featured Review
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