surrender your soul, to me
because, I want to devour you,
take you within me, to
embrace your identity,
encompassing it in mine,
every bit of you becomes me,
and I become you,
and we dance together,
underneath the moon lit sky,
.
sharing glimpses of hatred,
we have palpated, for each other,
and thence, it happens,
the communion , as the grey clouds
gather, consuming the light,
and you step up the stones,
to the hallway of life,
as I smirk through your lips,
and burn every sight
.
.
.
.
.
come on, open your eyes,
(my eye lids stark open),
it was a dream,
all those sights you had seen,
there is no existence of you,
you were just a fantasy,
a character of a delusion,
it was always me, it is I,
and it will remain so, to be…
.
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a dark fantasy – nice
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Great writing! Love it.
Hugz
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Wow, that last stanza changes the whole idea of the poem:
“it was always me, it is I,
and it will remain so, to be…”
Sometimes we choose our own dances & create our own illusions!
What a thought-provoking poem, HA!
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oh heck…that is a scary write…and there in the close – can be interpreted in two ways…the second makes it even darker
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A twist and turmoil of emotions and directionals of where we find beauty and where we think we found it.
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those last 2 lines clinched it Anmol – quite frightening and an eye opener in more ways than one.
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