Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Souls of thought dance in gloom
Hopes and dreams of life abide to bloom.
Fresh air of solitudeness now I feel
Like the caress of breeze in my heel.
Memories opened their cave
To enchain me again as their slave.
Everytime I wanted to cage them in mind
As I've once suffered the rage of that wind.
Those were the days of endurance
And no one helped me in that furnace
Where I broke my bones to bossom,
The dreams that slept in my bosom
That was the saddest time of my heart,
Where I coudn't ride the life of my cart.
The pains that I hid under my skin,
I thought they were my akin.
I raised my head to the sky,
I never wanted to fly,
Without the wings on my shoulder
With the burdens on my shoulder
I gazed at the shining stars
They never did find my tears
I called them, my friend!
I never did act as a fiend.
To you my friend-
Topic(s) of this poem: love