Published by: Ayanna Jeane Salmorin
Date Published: November 23, 2023
Time Published: 8:02 AM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Friends or foes
Amara is the grace—an eternity seep of those in hex.
In her soul was the purity—yet dreary were her eyes—
How I pity my loneliness; in woe was Amara
Oh! Yes! 'Tis a shame! I despise the way she looks!
She blabbered through the night—as if fate cut tomorrow's twilight.
And thus swept by the moon's display of smile—
I espied what a lucid sight—Amara with a tear and her astucious might.
Merry was our bond—Evangeline. The petals in a bud,
For it takes time in which she blooms—she vested through the moon
The betrayal of those were ones she'd ne'er pardon—
As the cruelty of her lover was the highest form of pain.
She vowed an oath—In Amara, she trusts—
Since Amara beheld—in the pain of a friend
And in Evangeline's suffering—was Amara who knew.
The sleepless nights and days of suffering,
The apogee—the situation—in this view of Evangeline.
In small were her efforts—and so rapidly did Amara change
So brittle was everything that held us together—
And so little did we display—
The Amara that once bloomed,
The Amara that was pure,
The Amara, with her soulless stance,
The Amara—oh! So, you changed profoundly.
Not once did it occur to me, Amara
That I'd turn my back against thee.
In light of your words, in hindsight, was the rush—
I explained in dismay: the judgment—by the betrayed.
The victim, as we all know—was Amara and Evangeline.
Suffocated in their friendship and by the loyalty there ought to be.
There was Evangeline, who looked back—
As both of them screamed, words could salvage everything.
The Last quarter, and in the end,
How I wish to have realized—your smile and this illusion.
Oh! It caused such confusion—
I am Evangeline, prepared as I should have.
By how small you thought of all—
Grinned as I say, how fast for us to fall.
I shall cherish it, Amara.
The pain we endured—
I look forward to meeting you, Amara.
When the growth—the wisdom flows within you—
I close this chapter, Amara.
In hope—I seek it all,
For you know how I admired thee,
Despite the hate—the greed—the immaturity thou displayed in me.
IMAGE SOURCE:
Natori, Ai. (2015, February 22). Blue 31. Tumblr
https://natoriai.com/post/111693027083/blue-31
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