Our once-entwined hearts are colorless but for the amber tint of slow decay. I was once radiating reflected luminescence, but a few days ago, my doubts became thick enough to block out the sun. Out went the light. Out went our abilities to converse.
I wasn't always so dyslexic. I can recall a time where my tongue would obey me and my voice wouldn't shake. I was the goddess of syntax and flattery, and you were spellbound. As the perfect potential soul-mate, I was an omen of God's good grace. I was flawless. I was unbreakable.
But you didn't know that my wrists were no strangers to severance, and that my words were nothing but lies. You didn't realize that my siren song was no more than a broken melody, and my darling...you fell for it.
However, my hit-and-run tactics turned out to be assassins enlisted by the ever-unmerciful karma. As I pushed you off of the cliff, I didn't notice that you were still chained to me.
So now gravity has claimed us both. As the weight of the world pulled us down, I realized that I was falling faster than you were. At first I was unable to calculate such an impossibility, but then I realized that my crucifix of guilt was growing heavier by the second. I refused to believe that we could truly fall apart in such a devastating and unfair manner...
but anything is possible.
Author notes
Wordbank #13.
Amber-- a yellowish brown.
dyslexia-- a grammatical / spatial relationship disorder.
crucifix-- a cross, symbolizing the crucifixion of Christ. (I used it to represent a great weight.)
omen-- a sign.
syntax-- rules of grammar and of combinations in language ; or rules of systems in general.
melody-- a song.
Note to Immortal Obscurity: I used "dyslexic" instead of dyslexia. It was much easier to use in that sense...I hope you're okay with that! If not, I'll edit and rephrase.
And to anyone else who was wondering, I used "severance" as a state (like evanescence, or luminescence) instead of being "A severance", as in one cut, or one division or some sort. It's a state of something happening, instead of being specifically what is happening...ugh. I know that makes no sense whatsoever, but it makes sense in MY mind, so...yeah. *grins sheepishly*
Inspiration: Autumn...and other things.
A contest entry
- the ethereal rounds ii;; deepsilentcomplete. by Immortal Obscurity.
875 points, ended September 23, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me no more lies.
Comments
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Lovelovelove!
"I was the goddess of syntax and flattery..." -This is my favourite; I adore your use of that word, and how it didn't at all sound out of place in your poem.
"But you didn't know that my wrists were no strangers to severance..." This makes me so sad! I remember our old conversations in the IWTHY forums on Storywrite, and I just want to hug you!
Oh, and your use of 'dyslexic' is fine.
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*celebrates* Yay! I'm glad that you like it =]
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