My gaze ascends from the ground,
My vision, clouded by unshed tears,
My heart, a tempest of fervor,
As I behold her.
Her beauty
withers my self-assurance
and strips me of joy.
My thoughts
throb and seethe with envy;
Her smile, so resplendent
and enchanting
It bears an ominous weight.
Her poise
feels unjustly bestowed upon me,
Her flawlessness,
exquisite.
Yet her gaze remains frigid
and abyssal,
Revealing an existence
that is bleak
and devoid of affection.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:16 PM UTC
My gaze ascends from the ground,
My vision, clouded by unshed tears,
My heart, a tempest of fervor,
As I behold her.
Her beauty
withers my self-assurance
and strips me of joy.
My thoughts
throb and seethe with envy;
Her smile, so resplendent
and enchanting
It bears an ominous weight.
Her poise
feels unjustly bestowed upon me,
Her flawlessness,
exquisite.
Yet her gaze remains frigid
and abyssal,
Revealing an existence
that is bleak
and devoid of affection.
Many will understand.
Many will not.
Request permission to use this poem