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PARANOIA

PARANOIA.

The name I was called,
The name she gave me,
I had so much trust in her,
I had so much love for her ,
For her I could give my life,
For her I gave my happiness,
Everything she said was law,
Everything she wished was my command,
For in her I found my purpose, a reason to carry on,
In her, I found a reason to believe, albeit I believed with imprudence,
In her I found an excuse to leave and die another day,
For to and fro she tossed me like the tempest waves of the seas,
To and fro I went to do her bidding,
Yea, I was on the verge of sinking,
Nay, I do not want to sink anymore,
For captain of my ship she had become
And I had no firm grip on the wheels of my ship;
Free, I stand at the bank of the river
Taking in a deep breath, finally feeling the wind of freedom caressing my skin
Now, I fear that history repeats itself,
For in her eyes that sparkle like Orion’s belt, I see nothing but transience,
A daily reminder of the impermanence that suggets the inevitability that awaits me,
For every time she walks away
The pain is heart wrenching
One I cannot bear
Maybe I am wrong
Maybe history indeed is repeating itself
Or maybe I am just being what men call
PARANOID.    
                                        Yours Truly,
                                     Tales of the Phoenix.

Published by Great Opara

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2017 in Metanoia, Opinion

 

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