Out And Stout - Poem by Sherwin Wang
--In memory of a lost relationship
Through thy cold eyes of indifference,
See not me,
But an illusion wrought in the furnace
of thy ego and bias. And I bleed.
The fire of passion dims;
The eternal night of darkness sets in;
Hail falls and cyclone rages
which takes me in. And I swoon.
Tranquility comes with the first beam of light
That peels off all the rust and dust covering the tomb of freedom.
With a stake through my heart in that hell of a night,
I fled your Qeendom. I fled your Queendom! And I tumble.
Out of the cacoon bursts a new life swelling in me.
And I'am out but I'am stout as I never have been.
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