An Unwritten Love


Well scripted are the chapters of my life,
but they ended the day we met.
Like a spontaneous combustion my heart went up in flame,
I guess that’s death by flamed concussion.
Now I am like a damsel trapped in a castle,
while the dragon circles.
Only thing that’s present in the dungeon,
are skeletal remains.
I yearn for you to save me,
I am left filled with sorrow and regret.
Pages of our novel lies blank,
like that of an unwritten fantasy.
No feathered ink to write with,
the narrator is missing.
Narratives are all gone,
like sunset to dawn.
And our story ended before it begun.

© Xavier Frazer