Lost Reward Poem by Henrik Somogyi

Hanging high all these skies
Shield the life in soft cradle,
The Blue touches and hits my eyes,
What I can see is a black candle.

Dances alone the bitter flame,
So close but I dare not touch,
Cold keeps out - me wraps the shame,
Thoughts orbit you crazy much.

Dark is the Sun, blakcmails the dawn,
Every each day mimicks a year,
Am I the lion or the clown?
Laughing to death regrets the fear.

I grab the whole but get the none,
Jungling memories kiss the cloud,
Days without you is not fun,
Pains inside me form the crowd.

Virtual wolves target my flesh,
Ashes of feeling shower the trace,
Let me thus drop this love to trash,
Igoring rules get me thru your maze.