Reality

Inconsolable, Inconsiderate, Undeniable

My heart does its own turnover at the sound.

Rhythm,
Constant, desperate craving.
Yet you remain untouchable.

So I gazed at you from afar,
I never wanted to take you this far.
But this opportunity was too good to be true
It felt like nature’s own given cue.

Then, I knew
my search was over.

My long walk had ended-not in freedom, not in victory-
far from that.

With an element of pain,
                             disdain
I was met with reality
Such incredible yet perplexing anxiety
Struck!

Like the clock ticked…
One, three, midnight, midday.
and now I hold the receiver in my hand
I stare at it
I smile.

                                                                                         Essy

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