“Hopes that soar too high have their wings clipped” was Ash’s warning to him
But set was his sights upon an island of faith towards whose shores his heart began to swim;
“Blame me not for the darkness, for I have tried to show you the light”
The fantasy and foolishness of love had him in its grip as to the finish he was ready to fight
Now a man undone, a wreck unraveled and a visage of chaos that has come to pass
Alas, what would Venky give up to be even a Mirror Image of Who He Once Was
Fools indeed do rush in where even angels fear to tread
Here he was plunging headlong into the abyss to her undisguised dread;
“It is not me but yourself that you are depriving of a choice”, she had begun to plead in vain
When has a heart that has lost itself to the lures of passion ever felt the pain?
Now moulded by anxiety and made malleable by agony, lost it all he has
Will Venky ever be even a Mirror Image of Who He Once Was
Every footprint of time has a story to tell
Some of which induce a chill down the spine whereas some cause tears to swell;
“The arrow of time once released knows neither guilt not passion” was her prophesy
Ignoring at his own peril her words of wisdom, he now finds no mercy
Fated to fall and probably never to rise again, facing a destiny callous and crass
Venky will never again be even a Mirror Image of Who He Once Was
Written as part of the December Writing Prompts organised by https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/category/writing-prompts/
2 comments
I like the archaic feel you’ve managed to include in your poem, though I’m not sure if this comes from word choice or word order, or the poem’s meter, but I definitely detected it there. 🙂
Kudos to your keen sense of detection!