Paradise Lost

Paradise Lost

Old albums, sepia photographs, I see
When the world looked young and the joys were fresh
Locked within these lonely confines, how do I flee?

My soul, in turmoil, binds me in a strong mesh
Memories swarm, of love so pure, of happy times
When the world looked young and the joys were fresh.

“She’s a goner, she is mad,” the refrain chimes
Let me out, I want to live, my heart bleeds sore
Memories swarm, of love so pure, of happy times.

He wronged me; his nemesis I wrote in gore
They saw his open wound, none noticed my raw scar
Let me out, I want to live, my heart bleeds sore.

“She’s a lunatic” screamed the verdict bizarre
“I was violated,” I pleaded with the judge
They saw his open wound, none noticed my raw scar.

Family and friends left, with a look and a nudge
Barring Mom, no one spoke of setting me free
“I was violated,” I pleaded with the judge
Locked within these lonely confines, how do I flee?

________________________________
Connect with Penmancy:

________________________________

 

Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!

Latest posts by Urmi Chakravorty (see all)

One thought on “Paradise Lost

  1. This is lofty, the grand style, I’d say, is definitely there. And one reaches out to the lady because of oozing pathos .

Let us know what you think about this story.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

© Penmancy 2018 All rights reserved.
%d bloggers like this: