Bizarre Bond - Poem by Kaiza Abaincia
I heard you wept behind that cold wall.
Mourns so familiar as if they are my own;
I saw you hide and concealed with the darkness,
Veiling all pains and crouched in silence.
I nearly fail to recognize at first sight,
Your face with the tiny squint of light;
Far beyond your yesterday’s bright,
Lost and faded, all magic’s ran out.
Trapped in a seemed huge box,
Deciding became your crucial task.
To hold on or not, to wait or to stop,
Writing an end to the song at last;
Without a word, you turned your back.
With shaking legs, you walked as fast.
Ignoring thoughts of what you’ve passed.
Scared of past –of guilt behind its mask;
Then in your haste you stumbled,
Fell hard and dropped your scaffold.
Helpless you coiled and all you recalled,
You missed the hand you earlier hold.
You made a front of what’s buried behind,
Of hopes to come back to fill in all gaps;
Damn regret sleeps by your side,
Morn and night can’t take it off your mind.
One day you tried to join back your crowd,
Wore the happy smile you once had.
You made them believe and you were glad
Hoping it’s same when it comes inside.
I hate to watch as it rips you apart,
Your eyes speak for it and so it floods.
It is same to mine as seen above,
But you heard no sound coz your cries were loud.
But I am pleased on the other hand,
I found a company in that odd land.
I stared at you but you got no clue.
I dreamt of you and it feels so true.
Then one strange night, you stared back.
Showing your face to me at last
My lips went round –am full of shock
To see my own face, right in front...
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