In shadows cast by prejudice’s hand
I danced in dreams where dreams demand;
A nought in heart, but lost in prayer,
I wore a crown of false despair.
With skin so pale, in colours bold,
I painted my vision with tales untold
In whispers soft, I swore I knew
The grace of gods born dark like dew.
My love, the Cross, with skin of night,
We shared our hearts in secret light
But cruel hands grasped, like shadows they came,
To crush our dreams, to snuff our flame.
Their laughter echoed, a mocking sound,
As fists of fury broke sacred ground,
Delusion wrapped its gentle thread,
As visions rose before me, dead.
“I am with God,” I chanted low,
A false facade, a hollow glow;
In mirrors tarnished, truth stood stark,
Yet blind was I to the fading spark.
Then came my brother, fierce and wise,
With heavy heart and piercing eyes,
“Look, Lynette,” he urged, with pain unspooled,
“Your soul is lost, your heart a fool.”
I turned to face the cold embrace,
Of the crystal truth, a cruel space;
The mirror showed a shattered face,
A nought, betrayed by time and place.
In clarity’s grip, the darkness fled,
A haunting grief for what was said;
Yet in that moment of bitter pain,
The weight of sorrow rained like rain.
And so I drifted, a fragile dove,
From shattered dreams to skies above;
In twilight’s glow, where shadows creep,
I sought my peace in eternal sleep.
A world divided, cruel and wide,
Left me a ghost, a heart untied;
As whispers faded, I felt the call,
To end the struggle, to break the fall.
In silence deep, my choice I made,
A final breath, a fading shade;
For in the void where hearts once beat,
I found a solace, bittersweet.
This is a poem influenced by the book Noughts and Crosses, written by Malorie Blackman.
