Fallen Verse

By Alana Joseph

Those restless souls and quiet tears carry stories untold.

They were scorned by the crowd, yet cherished by few.

I reached for your hand to walk the path as one,

But fate stole you before the journey was done.

It doesn't keep alive, but it complicates the pain of death.

I soar high in the vibrant skies and in the ambushing trees.

Didn't I fall from the heights?

But I humbled myself to the gloomy dwelling in my heart.

Peace wasn't what I lagged behind;

Even it was with me on the alongside.

I traced my footprints on the path which had awaited my presence there.

I traced my footprints on the path which I predicted my presence to be there.

Years gone by, days passed by, and months drifted by.

In the void she left behind, my heart learned the weight of longing.

I returned where my heart had begged me to keep my presence locked,

In the burnt doors, golden cages, and the old walls.

Yet still, I ran.

Forsaken had I,

My heart's path was the reason I had stepped in this malogny again.

I hoped I would gaze towards your face one last time.

My fate was drawn to the end, yet you lingered on its side.

May the soil kissed by your presence guide the verses of my voyage.

Yet you departed while the world still dreamed a cruel fate,

Stealing my gaze from you.

Nor did it hasten to await my spirit.

I waited.

I waited for too long.

But this wait doesn't come to an end,

Where our desires sat to accompany the garden of the old ink.

For I stood longing for your faded laughter.

But I came to walk this road alone,

Though I never chose it so.

So I will reach the garden

Where the pen you lifted fell out of fright,

And let the moon be our witness.

By Alana Joseph