I'm right, You are Not
A melancholic reflection on love undone by doubt, silence, and misunderstanding. Through vivid natural imagery, the poem traces the slow unraveling of trust and the sorrow of two hearts that could no longer truly hear one another.
In verdant groves, where breezes sigh, our love took root, but storms of doubt started to grow — trust torn.
Conversations were a gentle rain, now lashes fierce, Your silence fuelling my alarm — hope worn.
With every leaf that fell to soil, our ties unravelled, each clinging to the truths we’d found — love scorned.
At last I saw, through mist and thorn, we both were blind, But cries I raised, you did not hear — alone, forlorn.