now playing : a raving madwoman.

from ravings of a madwoman.
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from the woman
who cared, but was never cared for.

and the labrish of the
children were true,
she walked a tightrope
before she fell for you,
the land was never
forgiving in the least,
how would you know what
it feels like to lose a callow dream?

a smeared confession
of unrequited love;
years of training to win
but it wasn't enough,
losing the pictures
of your childhood room,
the trains were only delayed on that one day when she came to meet you.

the bills were piling up
on the kitchen table for weeks,
he was unlawfully convicted and he has daughters he could never see,
two people that would fit
each other so perfectly
but they never got to meet,
the more i think about life,
the more i know of grief.

and when i tried to warn
all the passerbys about the
real scarecrows in their lives,
they said, you're a madwoman
raving again with all your
foolish lies and we don't listen
to the uncivilized,
that, was before arsonist
had burned their houses down,
i'm a raving madwoman staring
at the almost deserted town now.

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A/N : this poetry is a very dramatized metaphor for loss/never achieving success. because, we see it everywhere in our own lives too. we see that child trying to become an artist, we see that couple trying to make ends meet, we see those two who never had the chance to be together, we see the people who lose their memories, we see the one sided lover's heart break, we see the athletes train day and night but still not win, we see friendships end and we see the way we "almost" always have it.

this story is from the perspective of a madwoman, someone considered to be uncivilized but she knows the reality of life. and she's seeing all these people in her town try so so hard to make things right and she sees how they all keep fighting, but at the end, as cruel as it may seem, she's just sitting there alone, staring at empty roads and burnt down homes. she almost had someone too.

̶̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ this brings us to a close for the madwoman's story, one that i really feel for. she lost a really close friend and never got the closure for it, she was the victim of an attempted murder which made her the "lore" or local story around town, she was treated as a lonesome old woman who didn't know one thing-but all this while, she has been seeing, caring and silently cheering for the same people who have mocked and hurt her. there is a sort of loneliness, melancholy and strength in her character that makes me root for her. and i hope you all enjoyed reading through this story line as well.　 ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ 

up next : a three part tale of a young boy who reaches out to the first love of his life one christmas, and falls in love with her all over again, then returns to his hometown after twenty long years to meet his childhood friends- his story is an antithesis of the madwoman's story in many ways.