Bleak reality
The time for fairytales and love,has come to an end.
No more shall I yearn for the rush of feelings,
the dreams born out of hope,
the illusions I have painted out of a rainbow.
My reality is bleak.
No man in my bed,
no hands to dry my tears when they fall,
uncertain roof on my head,
grateful for the shelter of the night.
Tomorrow might bring its ugly surprises,
left wandering to unknown valleys.
I cannot wish for things that seem so far away now,
my years weighing heavily on my shoulders.
Love are for those who are young and foolish,
my mind tells my heart nowadays,
I am only old and too unattractive now to be involved,
The time for wishing to be swept off my feet,
like the fairytales I had taken to heart,
was only time wasted imagining my future bliss.
No bliss it seems and an uncertain future.
Nobody to walk with me till the end,
nobody to wake up to,
only four walls that stare at me,
trying to tell me that they have had enough of me, too.
Nobody to hold the little girl close,
she is no longer a little girl now.
Poetry by myst_ery
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Written on 2013-04-05 at 14:15
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