"A Most Ridiculous Obsession"

October 25, 2009
By mercer721 SILVER, New York, NY, New York
mercer721 SILVER, New York, NY, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"I write about...the masses! The individual doesn't count in modern society."
"But aren't the masses made up of individuals?"
"Don't quibble."
(not my own personal quote, but I like it - from "Stage Door")

It was a late Friday night

That he saw her for the first time.

The rest of the world disappeared,

And for once everything felt right.

She danced, she flew, across the floor,

And she moved like a panther.

She was wind through listening trees

And in rapture, he waited for more.

Around her neck, she wore a gold chain.

Laced on it, a lock with no key

He believed he could love her forever

And protect her from any pain.

Up in the sky, the stars shone so bright

And winked down at the two on Earth

Two people who had found one another

Could someone’s heart truly feel this light?

Yet their love was a forbidden dream,

Like Shakespeare’s star crossed lovers.

She loved him, but could never be his

For another claimed her, ruling supreme.

A glance, a word, a broken heart, a tear

A glass figure of happiness crushed.

The harsh touch of reality snapped him back

And he prepared to disappear.

The rain from above was like a mourner,

Making his walk home like a death march.

And as the howling wind struck a forlorn note,

He ground his heel into the rose on the corner.

Hope, Heaven, happiness, he was lost of,

And with one last mournful glance back, he said,

“Thank you for curing me of my

Ridiculous obsession with love.”

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by the story of the movie Moulin Rouge.

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