Brick by brick,
I laid the foundation
Of my dreams, my hopes,
That promised me the world.
Blow by blow,
They got shattered,
Leaving me shocked by the way,
The cards on the table unfurled.
Stranded in this desert in my mind,
There's no water to pacify my burning throat.
The oasis that I see in the horizon,
Is nothing but a false illusion,
Chances of it turning into reality
Being nothing but remote.
Blinded by the curtains that has fell upon my eyes,
I can see nothing but the bluntness of your lies,
That are unbecoming of the truth:
I'm lost.
Lost beyond being found.
Swearing words that I can no longer hear
Till they come back flying around,
To hit me with force,
Burying me in rock-bottom.
But at least I left my mark somewhere,
If not in the wrecked mess of my life...
Well, believe it or not.. this is actually a Christmas gift to The Fragile Rose :P , although its far from being in the festive spirit!! :P
1 comment:
It's beautiful... spirit or not... I love the idea that at least "I left a mark"... that's an encouraging thought actually, however dark it might seem.
"Brick by brick,
I laid the foundation
Of my dreams, my hopes,
That promised me the world."
This stanza pulled me in so right away, made my jaw drop in fact. I believe these are the most beautiful, and deep, and honest, lines of poetry I've laid eyes on. This stanza is AMAZING. I admire such work with words and creating such vivid imagery to just pull me in. I'm speechless really.
False illusion... brilliant.
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