I'm not a poet. For the first time I want to give it a try and see how well I could fit into the poetry niche. I title this post the bleeding Heart, the inspiration comes from a true story of a young girl in quest of love.
T͟h͟e͟ B͟l͟e͟e͟d͟i͟n͟g͟ H͟e͟a͟r͟t͟
The heart wonders ashore in a quest to find its beloved
Amidst the process comes the turbulent sea that washes it offshore
It girdles up itself with the suite of resilience and put on the boot of stability.
She sails once again in the ship of alignment
Holding firm the wheel as the sea waves teases it to and fro
Along the seashore came pirates who smuggled into the ship and took its treasures leaving it all empty.
He girdles himself once again and focuses on the journey ahead and imagines the great picture of reuniting with his beloved.
Alas! The sailor approaches
The landmark with great joy and anticipation.
On arrival, searches for the whereabout of his beloved but to no avail
He tried to purge it's tears with butter while
In a club house where music is the language untold
From a side view with an angle of elevation, a pretty damsel dressed in blossom white and red outfit, with dazzling jewelries to match.
She twists her waist systematically to the rhythm in the house.
A masculine gender grasps her by the waist as she twist and turn
They both stare at each other affectionately
The wind blew her hair, revealing the curves of her chin down to her neck
It then dawned on him.
The lady on the dance floor, the lady in red is his beloved
He yells out her name
Whaling bitterly, Anastasia! Anastasia!
But to no avail
He tries to surpass the crowd to reach to her but was stabbed
He called out to her with his last breath
Blood flowing through the dance floor
She ran to see who was hurt, only to see her beloved lying lifelessly in a pool of blood.
Who will heal and restore the bleeding Heart?
Who can fathom the magical moment it would have been?
Who knew the dancefloor to be a blood bait?
All these she wondered while her heart bleed in pain.