Oh Sweet Lady, Just Out of Reach

By Hussain Kachwala

I've rediscovered you.  

Fallen again after rising from the dark pits of despair, only to have my love for  you as a drug to alleviate my broken back.  

And I must guide myself back to the light of day, knowing that I shall watch  myself fail yet again. 

I feel as though I am witnessing myself from a bird's eye, banging on the gates  of my mind's palace, knowing of what is to come. 

And yet I feel imprisoned in my own mind all the same, trapped in the flood of  memories I cannot erase. 

I find myself rushing to each glimpse of her affection, like a man blind, rushing  to a mirage. 

I know that nothing is real.  

And yet I cling, to singular hope. 

Even in my exile, as I focus to cast her away, reflections of hers are thrown to  me by the world, a constant reminder of the path of the damned. 

If you're ready to worship someone who has no idea they've become a God, is  that true love? Or is it mere stupidity?

If a fool I am, then proudly so, for if the mere thought of her is the substance  that rots my soul, 

I shall bow as my back breaks, for there is no task more noble. 

And as I crumble to dust, I shall tell the soil what her eyes looked like, my  guiding light in the ashen sky. 

Let my own God know if you ever meet Him, that I died a hundred times over,  dancing with His greatest creation, until my feet were but bone.

By Hussain Kachwala