I wake every morning hoping
not to feel pain, but every
time I rise my heart sheds
tears
I am the god that no mortal
wants to envy; I feel the
heartache of lost love every
single day
Every waking moment I feel
the pain of lost love, never
touching the one that can
complete my soul
I have the horrific task of
admiring from a far, and
watching everyone that loves,
and adores each other
I feel the weight of both worlds
for I feel that love does not
belong to me, but I hold a smile
on my face without a shutter, hoping
to one day become a lover!
A contest entry
- Manifest Deities by lilacgold.
1050 points, ended February 20, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This shows my hope for love from a particular girl
Comments
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I couldn't tell you why, but when you wrote that you rise in the morning, it seemed that you rose against something.
The second verse really brought home the message; it would be the greatest shame if a mortal had contempt for a god.
The 'Horrific Task' was so well put.
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This is so, so beautiful! I can really see where you're coming from, and I doubt that there's a single person that hasn't been in this position at some point. The incessant pedant in me is obliged to point out that it's 'horrific' not 'horiffic', but apart from that, great write!
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