Midas Touch

Megha's World

I was waiting,

waiting eternally for

that Midas touch

a touch so divine

which will turn my pitiful

existence into gold

and will leave me

mesmerized and enamored

a beauty,

gilded and chiseled to the core

 

I fervently wait for that  divine touch 

but your scathing anger 

incinerate my soul

and stirs me from within

leaving a charred pile

of ashes and cinder

spilling out of its mold

And all that insults

dripping from

your sullen mouth

and ashen heart

bloated

your

manly ego

turned my

ephemeral self

to a bleeding lump of gold.

Photo by Daniel Curran on Unsplash

 

 

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