Saturday, September 25, 2010

In Betrayal's Wake

Oil Painting by Vilmantas Marcinkevičius



When the moment for redemption arrived, she fled.
'Twas time to let the truth out, but she left.
She didn't come back, she kept running away.
And hid herself in her closet full of skeletons far away.

There was a time when peaches were soft and the world was rosy.
That time seemed lost and far behind, but not at all to her.
A new life beckoned her and she grabbed at it with open arms.
Never understood the craters she left in the wake of her crimes.

I wonder what she does today, how does she weep.
If she does at all, when she imagines the endless well she dug.
For herself, if for none other, for that dread is awake and burning.
And when it subsides, in time, give birth to a wiser mind.

I hope she will be well now, wherever she lies suffering.
Because time will catch up with her, for the better or for worse.
And when the sands have fallen and been blown away by the wind.
She will realize and regret; she will carry a deadened stain.



15 comments:

Purba said...

It's pleasure to read your poetry, which is quite something, considering how poetry challenged I am

D2 said...

Well, you wouldn't know until you try! And thanks, by the way. :)

Sayak said...

Exiled expressions,
Sufferings, submissions!

"His judgement cometh and that right soon" - Bible

And teach me how to write poetry, please!

D2 said...

I'd teach you to write poetry when Hawking asks someone to teach him Physics. :P

And thanks, by the way. :)

Spunkysaturnine said...

Beautiful :)

D2 said...

Thanks, Spunky :)

Cherry Blossom said...

Unique again and wonderful picture relevance. I like the flow and the emotions. Well done.

D2 said...

Thanks, Cherry Blossom.

Aayushi Mehta said...

Very interesting, very dark. Enjoyed it.

sagar V said...

it is actually nice

D2 said...

Glad you liked it, Aayushi. :)

Thanks, Sagar.

Zave said...

I don't think someone should smile after reading the poetry, but I did.
Its darkness embraced me so tight that I just couldn't let go.
I can't tell you how beautiful it is, really!

D2 said...

I'm glad you liked it, bro. But you're not supposed to smile after reading this. It's good that you found optimism in the darkness, though.

Dimitri said...

Even when the world was rosy and the peaches were soft... the peaches always remained hard INSIDE.
Nothing is ever what they apparently appear to be.

D2 said...

@Dimi : That hard seed is what the soft peach is born from. So even if appearances are deceptive, there is always a part of that deception which is yet another deception. ;)

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