Bad Omen: Harp's Oblivion
The Omen Picks Someone Else in the Current Day
Bliss inside adolescent;
life was a fantasy dream and free will, the softest of tunes.
In my ending, that freedom perishes into ashes.
As luck’s nemesis, I will not die in my lover’s arms;
a murder will slash me.
The childish hearts long to stay blinded by the warm sun.
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Feel the aura of darkness around me;
Countless amounts of running never lead to an escape.
Luxury is a mirror, easily in smithereens.
It's inevitable that what and who I love is gone, just the same from a former life.
As the world keeps going around, my head keeps contorting into madness.
Tell me, why did I deserve this thorn?
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It was nothing in my youth; however, I now see shadows dancing in my sight.
Chaos follows me everywhere I go like a stalker following me home;
Everyone feels pain, suffering, and death looming.
I command it to disperse and leave me at peace-
it never listens to me…
Why does a part of me feel that destruction is a symphony? Everyone’s invited
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to its concert. One day, the curse will dry me and discard me as its player.
Others still see my innocence, but I no longer see it, and despair always saw me guilty,
wishing to take that fragment of hope left.
In the night, I fear what happens if I close my eyes,
dreading tomorrow
until lethargy takes over my mind.
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If your luck is not on your side,
it's best never to smile;
an imaginary friend turned enemy, misfortune will grow into your life.
I warn you never to break the reality’s reflection;
the snap of emotions will strengthen the potency, like a violin’s discordant.
Adversity’s company turns your demise slow and agonizing.
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I wish that life will improve;
breathing will be easier, and the splintery steps will clear.
The essence achieves balance, soothing the harp’s chords.
Malevolence will lose its harmful conjure.
Alas, my story as a human is failing and ending in choir;
I’m a bad omen.
About the Creator
Ace Melee
-Mainly a horror and fantasy writer.
-I post stories, poetry, and scripts on Vocal. My preferred audience is older teens and adults, but I can adjust for younger teens.
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Comments (3)
You have laid my soul bare.
This poem appeals to the fighter in me. Well written, Ace.
So many times I feel the dark shadows following me. Yes, it sure is difficult to ignore and banish them. But, I keep trying. Your poem reminds me that I will always be trying and life goes on.