'I Can'T Leave' Poem by Elizabeth Leung

can it withstand that fiery
red fire?
I watch those emerald piercing eyes
and how they have upon your soul a
tourniquet grip.
your hands are bound by those rusty shackles,
sore and bleeding from
struggling to escape.
all you wanted was to see the shimmering bubbles.
i know you love how they are gently passed on by
the air molecules; how they love to play with
the blonde slender ladies.
Oh what sparking splendor! what magnificence! they
seem to transcend the beauty
of real rose petals, but they are ever
so
transient, beautiful yet short-lived. They vanish
in your hollow dreams upon the sound of chilling
trickling water from the lonely tap.
you are frightened now, O my poor child.
sweet lilacs and sweet voices seem to have retreated
to the other side of the mirror.
a wobbling picture of grief lies opposite.
wispy memories and murky waters are seizing those reins,
as the silver moonlight kisses your forehead
as if to say
break free,
and your reply, -
' i can't leave'.