The Illusion of Failure
Crushing weight of expectations
Begins as a whisper,
Slowly caressing the skin
Causing it to raise and the
Head to turn.
It shimmers and shines ever so gracefully
In the soft glow of morning light
Hints at innuendos best kept silent.
Starts to grow with stolen glances
Forbidden rendezvous and
Sweet nothings passed in the night.
Passing fancies and boundaries alike
Flourishing to a brilliant young
Sapling with its branches
Stretched toward its lover in the sky.
Now comes the day of fruition;
Full grown lustrous
Bold, strong, unbreakable, and grounded.
Mature and ready to take on life
It reaches for success!
Alas, there is nothing but haze
Heartless mist, unfeeling.
The stinging biting violation
Of something so priceless
Ripped from the chest of innocence.
Tears fall like rain, wails rise like the gale
And yet nothing dispels
The pain or the hate.
Once proud now humbled
Crowds scoff and mock; the
Masses heaping shame and grief upon the
Razor edges of the once pure
Heart.
Finally, frozen still listless silent
No movement no grace no life
Just an illusion.
About the Creator
Laura Carlozzi
Budding writer looking for a good home platform. Hi!
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