Like dreaming in black and white, with no sound
or being in a place with no light, underground,
came the memory of years gone, and the passing,
so I tried to stop the spawn, and the classing,
but the mind is a wild horse, until it's tamed,
when falling my cry was hoarse, and I ashamed.
The pit descended deep as the sea, but narrow
and I stared down all I could see, a sparrow
He sang to me with careless joy, so elated
as I picked him up like a toy, all frustrated
for he was happy and I was not, I was mad!
And in my own throat a big knot, was all I had.
I realized as the sparrow flew away,
that like my thoughts I was astray,
but if you can fly and you can sing,
falling is not an irreversible thing.
falling is not an irreversible things. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! Now there is a good poem, the thought behind it and the construction shows promise. Read mine - On The Horns of The Moon - Adeline