A heavy fall with nothing to grasp,
Lingering in a comatose trance.
Time swam away, now there’s nothing to hold,
But the flow of his lies, glazed in gold.
His words sink in and ensure their stay,
As her life tauntingly drifts away,
Away with him and his gilded disguise,
Always changing like stars in the skies.
Her high hopes and intangible Illusions,
Now lethal threats binding her to him.
Elusive eyes anticipating her decay,
Deluding arms pulling away.
Her thoughts weren’t always vague and vacant.
There was a perfect life from which she was shaken. Taken.
Lost, stumbling to find the culprit,
In a forest where every garden is a suspect. A serpent.
Trying to find a land apart,
But his wondrous words drag her back to the start.
To an ocean of mythical joy for his redeem,
But he’s carried the role, she knows this scene.
Too many times she’s played his pursuit,
So she desperately dives in hope for the truth.
With each heavy glide of her empty arms,
She hopes to fall hand in hand with one that will do her no harm.
For far too long she has been afflicted,
And yet she submerges to see not a thing in the distance.
Is she condemned to drown in the vast of her sorrows?
Will she endure until the dawn of tomorrow?
Will she always struggle to go with the current?
Or will she build the strength to swim along?