The Wicked Smile Stays

So, fate sits in front of me..

A wicked smile on his face.

I look awkwardly,..

My mind drifting in space.

He orders pain on the rocks.

As I look for what I forgot.

He watches me patiently,

As I try to find my destiny.

On the table, I spill the contents of my backpack.

There’s pride, lust and envy.

But I still cant find my destiny.

I stare at him.

A helpless look on my face,

The wicked smile stays.

I tell him I cant find it and plead for his help..

He puts down his drink and knows what to expect.

He leans forward.. Sure of himself.

I come forward to hear what he says,

The wicked smile stays.

I know I’m where I shouldn’t be,

Yet he whispers to me..

“You’ve lost your destiny.”

I close my eyes and begin to cry.

He doesn’t console me,

And he doesn’t want to try.

I break down on the ground.

He smiles.. and orders another round.

For he knows, I’m his to control now.

A mere puppet, waiting for a showdown.

I crawl on my knees,

Hysterical with need.

He knows he’s won,

And yawns, to signify his boredom.

As I get up, taken over by grief,

He points towards his watch, and tells me its time to leave.

As I follow him out regretfully,

He turns back to look at me.

And I see it..

That on his face,

The wicked smile stays.