Rise, Not Fall
My photo might pop up sometimes,
When you look up at your phone
-Would you think to talk to me?
Perhaps you would,
But then you’d not be sure that the
Person you used to talk to
Exists even more, so candidly.
I’ve had a lot of people who vanished,
Before my own eyes: Victims, lost causes
Lost to be never found
Howsoever I send out the search lights
And dredge the deepest lakes,
They just aren’t coming back
So I became one, vanished and a lonely soul.
The one who gave up the good fight
And jump from the bridges of her own rib cage.
And I fell..
You would still be gazing at my picture
And perhaps be thinking that,
I was one hell of a hollow person
Craven and shallow;
Just a cluster of dirty skin and bones
Who used to be your Universe
But actually was too afraid to be herself.
I didn’t want to be God’s favorite
And dive in heaven.
I could fall and I so needed to,
I fell in your eyes everytime I was cruel
Trust me, I fell in mine too, everytime my fingers ached
from the piano keys, in the
futile hope of any soothing melody.
It should hurt although,
When you would try to look closer
At my photograph,
Yet you would search for a sign of
And because you once loved me,
You wouldn’t find any.
And the worse as it may be,
The certainty would be seen
Which turns out to be more despicable
Than fears alone could be.
Please don’t show a contempt for your destiny:
Just fend off your memories
With the pangs of my touch,
Because it can be a star light
And you can be its magnificent reflection.
That’s all I ever want you to be.
Flip over my image,
And rise, not fall.
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