Set Me Free...Set Me Free!
Help Me To Open This Cage!
I Want Out!
I Want To Shout!
I am not in regret to make the decision
to live for ‘that person’
but I never asked
if it was the same from him...the reason.
Reality hit me hard!
Reality Struck Me Far Stronger Than Lightning!
I Swing My Joker Cane Forward
Breaking The Cage and Claim My Reward.
Perhaps, this is why people decided to not be in a relationship;
They had enough of every bit of it;
Whatever the cause,
Perhaps...nothing is ever lost.
I honestly...am envious of those who were in a relationship
or many in the past for that matter
but for those who rarely do...like me,
Perhaps, being alone is just...much much better.
I don’t blame anyone
because everyone is unique and different,
but I don’t like being ‘single’,
Perhaps...I am destined to be...just me...one.
To all of you who already have someone,
I wish you well and much Love and Blessings and Happiness;
For now...I would just rather focus on myself
rather than anyone else...but I have kindness
and other Positive Virtues;
It just seems like my state is part of my journey
and this is what Life Has In Store For me;
A Relationship of...None.
- Joker Wood
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Author:
Nafis Light (
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Comments1
I don't know dear Poet, while I agree in your capacity to judge
what's best for yourself
pointedly - rude questions drum-away, demanding they be shared..
see, some people invest every penny they earn
and see it digitally - vaporise, their sense of self-worth
when that inevitable 'Bust', comes crashing down
through, obviousness's selfish curtains..
while some people, invest every ounce of goodness they posses
within those they gift with a disproportional - stake
of their, heart's: capacity to love;
then watch, as painful bruises shrink their heart
into a shadow of its previous ability to love
when once nourishing relationships, are twisted by ill-fate
into poisonous pools: of festering regret,
and then, some people
remain too scared, to let anyone take advantage of us
waiting for that perfect day, when our defences
can cope, all that promised pain we've read about
only - sometimes, that perfect day
arrives too late and our last blink of life, rushed-by
quicker than most, because all it has to reflect-on
are just dreamed wishes and hopes
nothing that's painful - yet rewardingly: real...!
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