Thoughts Of The Forgotten Poem by Lauren Kapusta

Autumn is the eternal state of my soul.
Everyday, I continue to wither and die.
The wings of the raven are my movement.
Grey skies line my retina.
But once, all was not so.
There was once spring and summer.
Once upon a time, joy and ignorant,
Bliss was all I knew of.
I find it amusing yet tragic how it,
All came crashing mercilessly and violently.
One discarded another in order for others.
My roses wilted and sunshine dimmed.
At first you promised the worst could,
Not possibly be concieved.
I tried and prayed to believe but could not.
The days went by, it became saddeningly clear.
I was becoming an invisible thing to you.
A few more twists of fate settled the score.
I became a prisoner and recluse in my,
Own palace of love and happiness.
Yet I pondered if I was perhaps delusional?
Was my sick mind warping reality?
Or was the nightmare too horrible to,
Be denied as a lie?
Hecate became my friend as did Eris.
Lovely Venus was now an evil wench.
With a heavy heart I parted from you.
You never did spare a passing glance.
In half a century, you will finally look back.