I was born in the house of light
Devoid of colours,
The walls screamed white.
At the centre, was a chandelier
And followed it, a small enclosure
Where my parents used to fight.
A dog was assigned to me very early
But as I grew, it started to wither.
It seemed like, I was fate's attorney
And yet I was treated just like a Figure.
I was to gatekeep a shrine of God
And yet I always questioned him.
Because the world I was representing
Sometimes, made me think less of him.
Whenever I came back from the shrine
My house was the same as old
I could never have a husband nor a kid
That's what the pact and the Hiero told.
Therefore I usually cried alone
Always wanting a Home,
Always wanting a Home.
Once i had to choose
Between honour and truth
I never cared for the former
But I had to answer,
that the kingdom would suit.
And hence I chose wrong
These intricacies of politics
Was never my strong
A wrong step brought me here, where fate stares without blinking
Its cold breath on my spine, reminding me this end is mine.
I rose to speak my sin, but my heart stopped at the threshold
Leaving me fallen, breathless, surrendered to someone else’s mercy.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
I was born in the house of light
Devoid of colours,
The walls screamed white.
At the centre, was a chandelier
And followed it, a small enclosure
Where my parents used to fight.
A dog was assigned to me very early
But as I grew, it started to wither.
It seemed like, I was fate's attorney
And yet I was treated just like a Figure.
I was to gatekeep a shrine of God
And yet I always questioned him.
Because the world I was representing
Sometimes, made me think less of him.
Whenever I came back from the shrine
My house was the same as old
I could never have a husband nor a kid
That's what the pact and the Hiero told.
Therefore I usually cried alone
Always wanting a Home,
Always wanting a Home.
Once i had to choose
Between honour and truth
I never cared for the former
But I had to answer,
that the kingdom would suit.
And hence I chose wrong
These intricacies of politics
Was never my strong
A wrong step brought me here, where fate stares without blinking
Its cold breath on my spine, reminding me this end is mine.
I rose to speak my sin, but my heart stopped at the threshold
Leaving me fallen, breathless, surrendered to someone else’s mercy.
This one is quieter.
It’s about duty, faith, and choosing the wrong side even when you know it’s wrong. A lot of things here are metaphorical and intentionally vague, that’s how her life is too. She knows the truth, but she never speaks it.
This poem is basically guilt doing a monologue right before the end.
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