Fable

At last, my mourning mirrors

Were seemingly blessed to see

Every bit of marvellous wonders

I have only dared to dream

In my nightmarish past

I wished... amongst many torments

So incredibly vast, I wished...

Chaos! Chaos! And me being unable

To surpass the blackened colours

Which consume such fable

Still, Oh! How I wished

And longed for the chance to feel

Those distinct words that so intensely

Have appealed to me; however surreal

Those written writings that I once

Wrote could be

Tales of joy, tales of sorrow

Shan’t properly belong elsewhere

Than in that immensely tiny book

Of sentiment I never meant to share

Tatiana Pereira