Pythagorean theorem should I prove
before the sun rises and exams starts
window ajar, I study fanatically
observant of the gentle hum of the wind
amidst the tree branches as they sway
yet the pebble thrown at the pane
falls on deaf ears as the Skater Boy
traversed a good few miles from
the rich bungalows to the squalors
in the hopes to see his Bae.
Through the doors, red silken robes
emerges, adorned by a beauty unknown
angelic and serene she at first looked
“What do you believe in?”, she sweetly whispers
I mistook her equanimity and answered so:
“Not in Euclidean geometry do I believe,
I may be doomed if I do as it’s a mystery,
I believe in myself, so help me God!”
With each syllable uttered,
she grew at odds, larger in fact
as the ceiling beams came nearer
my body picked up effortlessly as
her silken ropes entwined the beams
“Take the ropes,” she roars,
“Put an end to your worthless existence”.
My body was flung against the wall
like an untethered rag doll until
battered and bruised, bleeding profusely or
the rope snags around my neck,
no hope for me I cry, such is life.
The door flung open in dismay
to find my lifeless body suspended
in midair, to the floor I am violently thrown
the Temptress’ frown concealed
as she made her final exit.
Was this a test of what was to come?
No matter what I had lost,
to succeed at all cost was,
ME, believing in my worth