and we came
Face.
To.
Face.
Surprised was I
Very much taken aback.
No.
You shouldn't be here.
Quickly shifting
sure
Act like a second chance.
She very well plays along.
Every squeaking moment
You and I both know
This is awkward.
Nothing will ever be the same.
We never converse
Why should now be any different?
I know why it is so.
Pride is an evil witch.
Standing afront she is.
And I. Gazing from the back.
Yes, this is what you are
A beggar.
Yearning the attention
Wanting the glory
and brush back those in her way.
I stand aside.
Sorry to say
I will allow pride to swallow you
I will allow you glory
I will allow you to poke me around
As my tiger smiles
Cheeky.
Ready to pounce
and objectify this to the end.
This time
You can't get away
I wonder if I act like this sometimes *_* this really made me rethink my actions over these past couple of weeks. Great poem! What were you trying to convey exactly?
ReplyDeleteWhat I am trying to say in this is that evil of the world is everywhere. People who have changed and think of you less always find a way to come full circle back to your life. Awkwardly staring into their presence when the situation arises; you can't ignore them--but face them. Acknowledge their presence! Let them enjoy a giggle or two, and let them continue to think of you less. Because in the end it is up to you alone to rise up and prove yourself. Once that happens, they cant get away with subjectifying you as they did in the past.
ReplyDeleteA tiger takes its time and patience, waiting for its prey. Waiting for the right time to pounce and take its prize!
Hope that makes sense :)
Hmm that is a chilling,realistic way of looking at others existence in your life. I believe you are right; more people want to use you as a stepping stone rather than help you out. More people, though I'm sure you too believe that its not everyone; there are still some honest souls earnestly looking for an old friendship in this devious world ^_^.
ReplyDeleteOf course it is not all bad! I'll be reflecting that later on ;) None the less, its one of the stronger feelings that can be described...for me at least! Writing is therapy!
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