My Real Mirage

Nikita03

My eyes are blinded by the scorching light,

As I step out, after a family fight.

I walk around aimlessly,

Stopping the tears that fall carelessly.

 

I fight within, making arguments with them,

I feel myself getting smaller in size, in front of them.

I shout, I scream inside,

I beg them to see my side.

 

My ears turn red, I feel light headed,

I come to a halt at the roads that have parted.

I sit on a bench, I hid my face,

That's when I see Her in an unexpected daze.

 

She looked beautiful and strong,

Her hair curly and long.

Her eyes as mysterious as the first time I saw her,

Her ears as pink when she used to blush or flounder.

 

She sat next to me, not a word was said,

She just put her arm around me and stayed.

I couldn't control myself, I hugged her,

The onlookers stared and I couldn't care lesser.

 

I started blabbering and I knew she didn't understand,

I poured my heart out to her and she clasped my hand.

I still remember Her smell and skin bare,

I still remember how special she looked with the gentle sway in the air.

 

Then I jerked awake with sweat on my forehead,

I looked around but she was nowhere near my bed.

I glanced at the clock; it's been a day since she was gone forever,

But I will never forget Her smile, Her frown, Her words or Her sacrifices ever.

  • Author: Nikita03 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2021 07:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: Why do we always miss people, understand their importance, only after they are gone?
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 21
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Comments4

  • asmita

    Awesome

    • Nikita03

      Thanks for the review asmita!

    • Freni Karaluthara

      beautifully penned poem.

      • Nikita03

        Thanks Freni!

      • Goldfinch60

        So true Nikita, I feel the same now my wife is looking down on me from her star.

        Welcome to MPS.

        • Nikita03

          Thanks Goldfinch60, I am happy to know that you feel that way. It's these small feelings that gets us through the days.

          Thanks!

        • Empathic.writings

          No one is gone forever unless you let them. Grasp, maybe stubbornly.

          • Nikita03

            Thanks for reading my poem!



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