“Sie”

All my confidants are tired of listening to me talk about Sie

Sie

Haha

It’s coded

You won’t find out what this is about

But what if you do somehow

Under all that laughter is a heartbreaking pain that is covered with layers of blood.

Maybe I’m overdramatising this

But I’m a poet

And a poet never reveals his truest secrets

Hence I continue to write…..

……………..

There was once a czarina

Her face was a work of art

Many foes fell to this spell

she revealed her truth to none.

Until

A one came

And took her ardour apart

She was helpless

Who would she go to

All those stars who made faithful promises to her

Were as pale as the fading smoke.

Who could heal her until she took it into her own hands

To save her soul

To save her life

To save her heart.

She realised the falseness in their cues

Blew their memories alert

And went onto her own path

What a warrior!

Believe it or not

Several centuries past

She continued to live

The memory of Sie still exists

Always did

Always will

But it’s the curse of vitality

Some may even say it’s a boon.

That after another sad night starts a fresh morn

It’s a change

It’s all a part

Of this game

Called life;

an endless loom.