By RG
I open my eyes to a shimmering sunshine—
Greeted by haunting shadows of angels,
Who now rest in heaven.
Their cheerful souls have swept away,
While my spirit withers, trapped in this cage.
They might have passed away,
But it's me who actually died.
They're not here, but their echoes still sing to me,
Once melodies of a fairy who gifted life to the dead,
Now deadly songs of a mermaid,
Whose hypnotizing voice invites me to death,
So I lower the sails, let ominous winds sway me away.
I set sail into the vast ocean to hunt for
A treasure of new life—
To repair my abandoned ship.
Suddenly, I feel a warm and light touch on my shoulder,
An invitation of soft pink threads wishing to weave
An elegant tapestry of two lives.
I let them in and sew together my shattered heart,
Lover's hands begin but soon become my puppeteer.
I furiously snatch out all the cursed strings,
But the hooks leave behind a bleeding heart.
So I continue searching with my half-life,
I again feel threads beside me—
They are yellow threads, decorated with roses,
With petals but no thorns.
I let them hug me lightly; it feels friendly,
Gently, they move towards my impaled heart.
Maybe they'll give me a kiss of life now,
Maybe my past won't kill me anymore,
Maybe they'll weave a new life for me
And stitch my torn heart.
So they start gently—
Slowly moving, their petals shed
And spikes appeared.
They are now serpents decorated with death—
Constricting around me tight,
Squeezing my wounds and latching onto my neck,
I pinch my eyes in agonizing terror,
Feeling helpless—
Against the painful hiss of death.
But I don't feel any pain,
I peek slightly at a shocking scene
The serpents are grabbed by claws of monsters.
They crush the serpents, tear the threads and turn around,
Rush towards me and then jump—
As I freeze again,
They inflict no damage, but transform into angels,
They cuddle me with their gentle wings of love.
Then transform back to holy white threads,
I can feel them now but they are invisible,
They are inside me now.
So I return home,
I close my eyes in the dark night,
Then my tortured spirit leaves this cage,
Then life sheds off from my aching skin.
These threads take me to clouds above,
I faint in the way.
I open my eyes to a shimmering sunshine—
Greeted by loving silhouettes of angels
Who once left me alone, now apologize.
"Forget about it!", I say,
As now, we all rest in the kingdom of eternal peace.
© RG
By RG
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