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Lost In Paradise

I had a dream that I was shipwrecked.
On a island with a beautiful kingdom on it.
And I was greeted by a prince that helped me to my feet.
Asked me my name and pleaded for me to be his date for a ball tonight.
But just as I was about to utter my reply.
A storm broke out overhead.
Lightning struck the castle's tower and a fire broke out.
People died.
Lives were lost.
And it was all because of me.
The storm had followed me.
It was trying to destroy me.
But I survived.
And because I had surivied, so many other people had died.
I ran through the forest.
And found myself lost among broken, crumbling ruins.
Upturned statues whose hollow eyes seemed to be staring into my soul.
I was lost in paradise.
The white sand was now soaked in blood.
The vibrant blue sky was now darkened with storm clouds.
Thunder roared through the heavens.
Rain poured from the clouds, mixing with my own tears.
I didn't belong here.
I should've died in the storm.
I shouldn't have brought it with me.
Why did I try so desperately to escape the burden that I can't lift from my shoulders--
The cross that I must bear.

I collapse to the ground letting the rains soak through my dress.
Dampening my dark hair, as I push it back from my face.
My make-up smearing and running down my cheeks, mixing with rain and tears.
I look down at the even red lines on my wrists.

Why can't I just die?
End it all right here.
Why must I run?
Why must I hide?
Why must it chase me?
Why must I run for my life?

I was broken.
I could not be fixed.
Why did this beautiful place even exist?
Only for me to destory it with my past?
The past that I did not leave behind.
That I allowed to follow me into a new life.
What's wrong with me?
Why didn't I just leave my demons, skeletons and ghosts behind.

Because now look where I am. . .

Lost in paradise.
With my past coming back to haunt me.