Black moon rising
Melancholy…
Brooding….
Sitting there…
The darkness soothes…
Those shattered nerves.
Looking out into the night.
Trying to void the feeling…
Lost in all that was said.
Tonight, such a lonely path…
Hoping to find direction.
Fighting back those tears and frustrations…
Rejection you have felt…
Wondering, what will become…
I wish I could learn to fly…
Soar so high above the clouds.
What has blinded me, might let me see.
Into another height of perspective…
Floating so gracefully, on the wind.
Higher and higher to reach the bright of the sun…
Let me forget about the sadness….
Show me the beauty of freedom and flight.
Take me ever so higher…
Careful, I might have wings of wax…
It might be dangerous.
I don’t care…
So much disregard for myself.
Looking to crash to the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Take me ever so higher, it might be dangerous, i don't care-is it courage, bravery, anger? wow...intensed,