Fortune-teller

by Meme   Jun 17, 2015


She kept pushing my coffee cup aside
and I begged her for a new chance..
...for a new story this time.

She said I was addicted, but I was not
I tasted the bitterness in her words
even before my lips were burned by
her coffee cups. But I always came
back for hope, though she repeated

-Time and destiny my girl-

But she must have misread my palm
for I never have asked for another one,
I traveled a lot but no place felt like
home to me. The past kept chasing
at me but I no longer am weakened
by its possessiveness, I believe I can
break free, but she never read that..

Sorrow became a song to me, just
like a broken lullaby. She saw that
in my eyes, yet she refused to lie.
She told me he was there, that he
was my future but I never got to see
who he was, never got to know him..
...she did.

I became obsessed, on the verge
of delusion, I begged for answers.
She patted my back and sent me
back home, but where was that?
.
.
.
.
Sunday comes and I pull myself,
with every last penny I have saved.
Back the same road as always..
.
.
Maybe this time she will see..
.
.
Maybe it's time for my destiny..

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a wonderful piece, Meme, and am glad it received a much deserved WIN badge! I love the way you have laid this one out - very pleasing to the eye, which is an instant plus in any piece of poetry.
    All the very best,
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by Meme

      Thank you sooo much. This piece means a lot to me :)

  • 8 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging Comment

    Oh this poem melted me... it's dreamy within sadness all mixed into one poem..

    the hope and longing to find out ones destiny is a yearning in all of us at some point in our lives and Meme has captivated the readers this week!

  • 8 years ago

    by -Choke-On-MY-Halo-

    Judging Comment

    This poem makes me think how we lean on others to help us find our way but then some people can't find our way in life we have to make it happen ourselves. Beautiful.

  • 8 years ago

    by -Choke-On-MY-Halo-

    Congratulations!

    • 8 years ago

      by Meme

      Thank you!

  • 8 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    I so wish I thought of this idea lol don't you hate it when that happens lol

    Really great word choice here I love the lay out aswell rolls off the tongue quite easily....

    But she must have misread my palm
    for I never have asked for another one,
    I traveled a lot but no place felt like
    home to me. The past kept chasing
    at me but I no longer am weakened
    by its possessiveness, I believe I can
    break free, but she never read that..

    This is my favourite... I think this is where I fell in love with the piece

    5/5 nominated

    • 8 years ago

      by Meme

      Ya i know. Sometimes it happens to me too!

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