Tranquil Stream Poem by Asset Balin

how I long for thee
how I tasted the sea
how I lasted in days
i forgot to regress-
even to tell all tales
when youth weighs- -
mightier than angels
Let me then, begin, so by saying- -The stigma is in my very being;
Less than calming, indeed alarming! ! ! I was embroidered with pins-
Left alone, conscious of the chains- -Trimmed by a tongue so stern-
Taught by ignorance to feed on cries. Cries for sympathy! Deliverance
when flames quench-
the ambers to embers-
and wine to desolation
and crimes to confusion
- wise simpletons rush!
rise to stand as judges
among weak & selfless
nothing can console-
every pint of sadness
every ropeslings
every requiem
everything
beckons
for you
with
longing, and optimism
you'll seal our very being
as we return to a tranquil stream.