Life’s Mysteries
The
mind-numbingly,
Cold
clear liquid,
Slid
sluggishly down my throat
At
the same pace that blood flowed from cuts on my neck and arms.
For
those brief moments in time,
I
am free of this pain you force on me.
I
make sheets of parchment from my blood,
Create
ink out of tears,
Carve
a quill from the bones of my arms,
And
write you a crystallized poem to show you of my agony,
But
you just dissolve it
And
pour it down the sink without even glancing at the words.
All
I know now is that we’re running in circles,
Crying
to the silence,
Trying
to forget our fears…
But
they just keep popping up.
Our
insecurities are brought to light,
While
our joys are pushed into a dark coffin,
Dead
from abandonment.
Life
is a sorrowful blade of death
That
has us crying forgotten memories,
Bleeding
unseen prophecies,
And
screaming unheard conundrums.
We
all know that ‘Happily ever afters’ are so ‘Once upon a time’, these days.
We
just want to pretend that,
For
a little while,
They
do exist.
That
we’ll get to ride off into that mythical sunset
With
our ‘true love’ by our sides.
Let’s
be honest here.
Chivalry
is dead,
Prince
Charming is a lazy dead-beat,
And
Cinderella is a two-faced anorexic whore!
No,
We
got the short end of the stick.
These
days,
Women
are their own knights,
And
men can have as many Cinderella’s as they want.
Even
peace is a fairy-tale,
What
with peer-pressure
To
do things we don’t wanna do.
If
only we could go back.
Return
to a time where the only sluts were in brothels,
Women
were actually treated like ladies,
And
men weren’t such pigs!
I
swear,
When
‘Once upon a time’ died,
‘Once
upon a living hell’ stepped up to the plate,
Doing
its best to make our lives miserable.
Sometimes
I just want to crawl into a cave,
Curl
up,
And
sleep until the world starts to makes sense.
But
that’s never gonna happen,
Because
I guess the world isn’t supposed to be understood.
We’re
all supposed to live our lives,
Confused
as to why we’re here,
Who
we are.
I
think that it’s all bullshit,
That
we’re on this planet with nothing but fairy-tales,
And
lost hopes,
And
someone should really fix that,
Because
I don’t know how.
But
don’t worry,
You
can bet that if I find the answer to Life’s Mysteries,
You’ll
be the first one I call!
-Abigail
Campos