I wrote this poem through the Point
of View of a male character from a TV show I used to watch religiously.
She turned away from me.
And ran.
Over the sand,
Across the desert.
Her tears,
Made paths that streaked her skin.
But the wind sighed,
It caressed her hair,
reached out to wipe her tears away.
And suddenly I am jealous of the wind.
Because it is allowed to touch that skin,
Kiss those lips,
And wrap it’s self around her.
Love her.
The way I used to,
The way I want to.
But she can’t look into my eyes.
Cannot bear to feel my touch.
Won’t let me ease her pain.
The pain my destiny has brought to her heart,
The torture it has caused my soul.
How will I end this?
How can I cheat my fate?
Steal my life back from it’s grasp.
Because without her,
My life,
My fate,
My destiny,
Is meaningless.
