I don't want to feel. I'm taking time to heal. Please stay away. Beginning to feel like a rainy day. Caught unaware without my umbrella. This is just fiction; but the poet's name is Ruelha! Davy Jones' heart. With it, he did part. The pain was so terrible. Even the strong find it unbearable. So he ripped it off. The affliction to stop. Will always belong to you. Even though you do what you do. Calypso, I thought you'd be true. But like always, I mean nothing to you. Will always yearn. Never to learn. There is just one who holds the key. Come back when you think you again need me. To the mermaids and the rest. I know you're outing your best. please just let it be. I'm really not ready. There is but one key. Only the holder can open me. To control or to treasure. For love or power, it's your measure. But the one who holds that key. Has absolute control over me. There is no duplicate. And there is no fake. Another one can never be made. Nor can it be bought or paid. The one who holds that key. Controls the entire sea. The holder of that key Opens a different part of me. The possessor has access beyond captain. What once was, but now forsaken. Ripped and hidden far away. It lies inaccessible as of this day.
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This poem is purely literary. It is inspired by ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer every time I write a romantic/melancholic piece. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request. Please refrain from attempting to draw parallels to my life as much of what I write is fiction. Some of my writings may contain material unsuitable for children.