I awaken this morning down and
Blue,
My heart is blue and fragile,
Its killing the very core of my
Soul,
Draining all essence of life
From me...
Picturesque of blue...
My soul illuminated from the
The half moon..
Presenting silhouette of my soul
Optical illusions,
Realization I precede from my
Heart,
I am withering away….
My soul is like a ghost,
Neither here nor there, just
Faded into darkness that
Hatred brood..
Deception and deeds of
Malice...
I awaken this morning down and
Blue..
Such arrogance smug approach
Shutting me off from the light,
While virtually destroying my
Soul,
My soul crave serenity..…
With love that blooms in time
Of all season...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe love., love that only appears once in a blue moon.. thanks, Jodilee