Opposite Fates
Say It Plainly
Across the river's flow,
we lead separate, distant lives.
Never breaching our safe zones.
Forever strangers we remain.
Unimaginable destinies, disconnected from reality,
living behind the barbed wire,
heads crowned with thorns.
A boulevard of sorrow,
strewn with fallen leaves.
Memories of a chilling autumn,
a time when we'd lost
our final shred of grace.
We must rest now.
Lost in our separate dreams,
drifting towards eternity,
formless and scentless.
Where innovation's potential dies,
choked by minds
too small to embrace it.
Unable to move on, hands free,
from the greatest gift we crave.
Peace of mind, a prize won
at a cost we can't afford.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.
Sylvia Plath
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