The World’s Matchless Irony
By: Winluck Wong
A solitary tributary
Flowed from the sea of despondency
That gathered in her downcast eyes.
A trembling self-beguiling smile
Served as her spile for awhile
But plummeted in the pit of lies.
She told me she can no more endure
His pretenses, empty promises,
And intentions of the most obscure.
She told me love is a blighted bliss,
A hollow gift, a pallid rainbow,
And swore to renounce it evermore.
I longed to overthrow her sorrow
And to kiss her woeful tears to slow
Her descension to disillusion.
But I tarried - for what forestalled me
Was the world’s matchless irony:
I was afraid to give in to passion.
Copyright © Winluck Wong, 2008
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Nicely done, Winluck. I had to look up the word spile; I guess I should thank you for enriching my vocabulary.
Not that you asked for advice, but I was in a rebound relationship once. It lasted 2 weeks. So perhaps the protagonist is very wise despite the irony.
Thank you, Fawn
Your advice indeed is well-pointed-out. It’s just that…well, it’s a sticky situation when love is involved. Even though I know it was a good decision to hold back, I still can’t help feeling if it was actually the right one or not to keep fooling myself, y’know?
Ah well, let the dice roll.