Life Defines Darkness - Poem by Ridah Ellahi
She lies under the starry sky,
And closes her eyes tight.
Trying to fight back her tears.
It takes all her might.
There was a time when she was happy.
She would bask in the radiance of the sun.
For her, life wasn’t about tears, scars or death.
Life defined symphony and fun.
But then what happened,
That took her smile away?
Life’s music stopped playing.
She stopped to sway.
She had met someone,
Whom she thought to be her soul mate.
Someone to make the sky clearer.
The biggest change, handed by fate.
She treasured and cherished him.
He showered his love upon her.
Her life began to play the sweetest serenade.
Her heart began to flounder.
He saved her from the slumps of sorrows.
Carried her in his arms.
Protected her from the world.
Sheltered her from any harm.
She knew all along,
That his love was fake.
Her friends tried to want her.
Told her it was a mistake.
But she was blinded by his love.
Deafened by his sound.
Her world was all about him.
To her, there was no one else around.
Then one day,
Her dreams collapsed in front of her eyes.
When she could finally see the truth.
Could see past his lies.
She cried at his feet.
Held his hand as she smothered.
He did not turn around.
He did not even bother.
She realized her instincts were true.
He was not sincere.
Her eyes brimming with tears.
Her heart broken beyond repair.
He slid his fingers out of her hand.
She sat and watched him go.
Tears burned her eyes.
Only today, she would let them flow.
Since then she keeps her emotions,
Locked in a glass jar.
Never lets anyone come close.
Stays aloof…stays far.
It seems so long ago when she used to be happy.
Now she basks in this nothingness.
For her, life is about tears, scars and death.
Now, life defines…darkness.
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