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.