That Blue Dress
That blue dress
That keeps peeking at me
From under the pile of clothes
Amassed in my room
Seems to giggle at the sight of me!
Drenched in sweat,
Breathless out of crying so much,
My nose runny
And my will, dead,
I tell myself I must be looking
Like a zombie,
A foolish one on top of that
Or maybe even
A mad one!
The circumstances have made it
Such that this blue dress,
Whenever I would wear it,
Would bring a smile to my face,
A smile which I would hide in the open
But which would be expressed so loudly
In my heart,
That it would echo all over my ethos!
But now that those same circumstances
Have shaken me up
By gripping me by the throat
And by shouting at me
Words of hate!
Now, this blue dress will make me cry
Even more whenever I would look at it
And if I would dare to wear it
Well,
I would simply be going on my way
As would be a corpse on its funeral,
Empty, dull, why, dead even inside
But trying my best to look
Like the most beautiful,
The most glorious one among the lot!
This blue dress is linked to love
And love is now equivalent to hatred
At least not from my side
But
Now, the moon,
Witness to my romance
Seems to have turned its face
Away, wanting not to look at me
Flowers wilt and die as I approach them
And the blue skies of summer days
Groan and grumble at me!
And meanwhile, this blue dress will go back
In the wardrobe
I wish I could hang myself in there too
And wait
Like it,
For life to pass by
To reach that lapse of time
When, way too old, too wobbly, too weak,
I shall not even be able to bother about
That love, willed to me by fate
But which was laden with hatred!
For Contest Blue Dress
Written on 9th Dec 2019
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin
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