By SapphirineWinter01 from " Sapphire Tears"
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Ill fear and I shiver,
My hopes and beliefs soaked in melancholy,
My aspiration to be the perfection of holy,
To reach perfection of holy, shall I ever?
Am I the child of the wrong or a child of the the right?
Or has this confusion become my surrogate father?
How much more shall I run without having to tire?
The world is a battle ring but, truly, I am to weak and skinny to fight.
I wonder when I shall become the quintessence of perfection,
Or is this hope just a delusional obsession?
I fear, I shiver, that loneliness be my perfidious lover,
I think, I wonder, if my entire existence will be questioned; put assunder.
My love, my friendships, all will be at stake,
No, no, They cannot unravel this plastered secret-
That what they cherish,
Is nothing more than a white cotton with so much blemish.
What shall become of me when all this is over?
Will there be anyone to hold my hand than the passing breeze?
When this farcade ends, shall I be hidden behind the trees -
Covering my nakedness with naked leaves?
All these worries reign king in my mind,
And my heart skips the ropes whenever I remember,
That I equally might be but a burden to be left behind.
"A Storm is coming!",
Chants the impatient wind,
In cold await, I fear and I shiver.
Dedicated to SapphirineWinter01