Standing in the middle of the road,
I waited for someone to come
To save me from unknown clutches
The very thought of which made me numb.
Suddenly I heard voices..
They were all around me,
"Save her!" Someone shouted,
And it seemed like a desperate plea.
That is when he held me tight
And caught me from falling.
Something felt so surreal,
Yet so inexplicably appalling.
''Who are you?''
My breathing hitched in the deafening silence
"Richard"- He answered softly,
I suddenly lost the power of defiance.
"Who are you talking to?"
Asked Norah, my friend.
And in a fraction of second,
I couldn't find Richard till my sight's end.
Perplexed with everything,
I silently went back home.
Richard in my thoughts,
Walking on the deserted roads of Rome.
The bright sun shone again,
And I couldn't believe my eyes..
He was in front of me-
My heart elated in surprise..
"I love you"- He whispered to me,
And in him.. I was lost;
He was certainly real..
But this is not what the mirror thought!
I couldn't see him anywhere again
And my soul churned for him.
The battle deepened incessantly ..
Between a hazy reality and a dream.
Walking in the forest,
My course obstruct as I fell colliding with a tree,
Angry I was with myself,
Because of everything that was happening to me.
The pain hindered me from getting up,
And I had badly hurt my toe..
But once again the pain was all gone..
When I saw his hazel eyes' glow!
Taking me in his arms,
He walked in course of the river's flow..
I begged him this time fervently,
''..Please don't go!''
Placing me on the ground,
He softly said to me,
"I'll never leave you..
..You only need to trust me.."
Hearing this, I smiled with joy
As it felt like an unknown victory..
But it all vanished in a second,
When I discovered,
I was standing in a cemetery.
He was no more around me ..
History repeating once again.
'Richard Vane'
The grave read..
"1981- 2010"
Neither tears nor hurt
I felt nothing embrace me this time
Where was I trapped this moment now?
Hanging in the middle of devil and divine.
Stone like a statue,
I stepped callously out of the gate..
Maybe Richard was someone,
Who I never met.
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Under the Horizon: A Collection of Narrative Poems
PoetryEach poem has a story to tell, of someone or something. If you are ready, come dive into this parallel universe where a lot about what you knew or thought you knew is going to change.
