(A lone voice whispers)
I never prayed to get so deeply embedded within your mind
I never cursed you to only think of me all the time
Is that why you return every morning or at midnight after all you've done with I
Remembering all those sweet-tasting memories before we crossed that tragic red finish line
But you're just someone else chasing the unquenchable and heights of immortal glory
Surrounded by love-struck worshippers like grey clouds
Who salivate at all your incredible mendacious tall stories
Metaphorical flesh and blood followers
Hypnotised and stuck knee-deep in the dire clutches of humanities deep deluge and mud
I didn't want to break your heart
So maybe it's a good thing we're so far apart
Just another pair of extrovert tragic star-struck lovers
Lost upon a lonely beach
Looking for some light or just something to lead our way forward
Towards a new soul flame who might risk all for us
As we still looked and searched
Willing to swallow our red pill and risk getting hurt
Someone new who maybe just out of reach
Walking all alone waiting for someone too
On that lonely soul-destroying beach
Perhaps Love is a losing game
A sad yellow book filled with so many lonely endless names
Maybe one day mine will disappear from its neverending archives as true love appears
Maybe it won't
Maybe I'll still be alone as they all cry and watch me as I'm buried six feet under
Into that Mount Olympus cold dirt
But at least then in those final acts of spiritual closure
I can peacefully ascend as I'll no longer hurt
Copyright John Duffy
A dash of creativity on a rather serene Sunday morning. At least it hasn't rained. Salute.
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