Attraction & Rejection
To remain anonymous? — A Poem
My reflection was apparent after opening my eyes. I had to liberate myself from another’s cynical and sadistic frame of mind. In the search for what I would surely die for. I will abide through the slowest death, to be part of a lustful wet opportunity. Although I admit, I am undone. What must I be, to be identified as enough? To grow towards a possibility. To rise, I kneel to the demand for certitude. As I regain comprehension. I am powerless while devoid of another. I would run out of time before I would run out of gratitude. Although I admit, my reflection seems cloudy. Realities unrestrained, dismay gives no pause. There will never be a forever to die for. Unbeloved is the single path I walk on. Will I ever know more? Is hope fruitless? I tore myself apart and picked up the pieces. Searching for the part of me, another covets. Years have expired, and it remains undiscovered. Am I to remain unbeloved? Where is my overpowering emotion? Am I not long for this rejection?
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