Parade To My Grave

My pain and tears

hold no value.

Heartbreaks are invisible.

Sacrifices have no life,

care is soon forgotten

in the world of her love.

All my dreams slipped from my mind.

I cannot put my pain to sleep,

even when my body longs to rest.

While I was looking her way,

she walked away without an answer.

Like raindrops,

her thoughts fall upon me,

and I am drenched in her memories.

When we truly love someone,

life becomes a game of hide-and-seek.

We keep searching for what we know,

in places we know

we will never find it.

She challenged me like an enemy,

confronted me with humiliation.

She opened my wounds

with the weapons of her actions,

and in the end,

I was left broken.

What I believed was destiny

became my madness for her.

I was seated upon a chariot,

not for a triumph,

but for a parade to my grave.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind