Prophecy

And time goes on, my friend,
Your wounds that never heal,
Will grow an ugly face,
Your troubles never end.
And life goes on and on...
Your dreams that never came,
Will haunt you as you wake,
Your broken heart won't mend.

And I say
                howl at the wind.
                run with the river.
                drift with the clouds.
                burn with the fever.
                stare at the fire.
                drown in the water.
                see the reflections.
                gaze at forever.

Your hopes are gone, my friend.
You have no options left.
You have no home to go to.
There's no place to rest.
You may as well give up,
Some things will never change,
Your broken heart won't mend,
It will haunt you as you wake.

And I say
                this is your life.
                this is your future.
                here, take my hand,
                look in the mirror.
                pick up the shards
                as the glass shatters,
                make your last choice
                and dream of forever.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 20th May 2021 08:39

Again, I wasn't really expecting this poem to be so popular. I'm glad that many of you have found reasons to enjoy it.

An extra thank you for everyone who has clicked 'Like', now that it has reached TWO FLOWERS ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Mon 17th May 2021 19:26

Thank you Ghazala and Martin for your comments ?

Although it can be interpreted either way, in this the friend is not actually another person but instead is self-referential. Then, I suppose it could be said that the right decision got made, here I still am defying the prophecy as best I can.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem. ?

Today when preparing this to post I considered swapping the penultimate line from 'make your last choice' to 'make the right choice' - I recognised that it would lighten the poem to do so, and change the meaning (create a parallel meaning) of the last line. But, I decided to honour the intention at the time of writing by keeping the line in the stark version - which makes better sense now that the poem is within the series 'love's tempest' and I want to show the true path of the storm, not an edited version.

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Martin Elder

Mon 17th May 2021 11:06

This is a fine piece
where
howl at the wind.
run with the river.
drift with the clouds.
burn with the fever.
stare at the fire.
drown in the water.
see the reflections.
gaze at forever.
Is outstanding
Love it

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Ghazala lari

Mon 17th May 2021 07:35

Dreams can become reality. May your friend trust you and holds your hand before falling into the bottomless pit of darkness. Hope she makes the right decision. Beautifully written.?

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