Escape with a breath,
I am silenced.
The life so devine was not spiraling,
to feel high is a remarkable feeling,
but to be high and reach for the golden skies,
im completely torn by this dream.
Through the mirror it reflects a past of
broken pieces set aflame,
I'll scream through a personality unknown.
Escape with a breath,
the air suffocates me.
Lips quench the thirst of purity,
but none can touch something so imperfect,
but for what its worth i'll press my lips against it,
and my body is shredded.
Escape with a breath,
tattered and torn,
I am reborn,
with brand new eyes,
and a new mirror appears.
of course nothing changes with your poetry...awesome work Tyease :) love the imagery and the wording in this poem and also the content
To say the least, it's good. To say the most would take much speculation. I'm a little uncertain as to what this poem is about, but it does send pictures to mind as you lead with words. Poetry with many fancy meanings have never been my thing.
Really nice poem! ! The imagery is brilliant. And I like the rhythm of it too. Nice job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Imagery, yes. I'm going to need to read through this a few times to fully absorb.