Two Worlds

by Merita King – copyright March 2013 all rights reserved

 

I cannot be, what you want me to be.

My soul is on a different path

And takes me away from fulfilling your desires.

I have to stand and watch you fade further away

Whilst I remain, alone in the bitter wind.

So long I’ve yearned for that which is denied me

And oceans of tears cannot change what has been written

In the dusty tomes of destiny.

When I look into your eyes I see an emptiness.

An emptiness I wish that I could fill.

My heart is heavy as I see you turn your back

And seek that missing piece elsewhere.

So many oceans seperate us.

Not only the icy roiling blue in which I long to drown.

I am not of your world of lights, smiles and opportunity.

You come from the land of the beautiful people

And I am not one of them.

I cannot live in your world

And your beauty would be tainted, sullied

From the foul touch of mine.

Your world is brightened by your presence within it

Whilst mine is greyer still than ever

With your absence from it.

I do not have the key to your world.

The world where beauty and perfection

Are the life blood of existence.

I was not blessed with beauty

When I came to serve my term.

That simple act of denial

Sentenced me to a punishment beyond imagining.

To watch you from afar, to love you, need you

Yet know that I can never know the joy

Of looking into your smiling eyes

And knowing your love in return.

Enjoy the bounty your beauty brings

For even that will pass one day for you.

But in the land of the beautiful people

You will always be loved

And I will always be invisible.

When the dust of time is blown from my tomb

And the name weathered from my stone.

I will walk the hinterland with sorrow for what was never to be

Yet hope that in another life

Our souls will touch, blend, be one.