A Path Of Glass Poem by Tuneer Sarkar

Falling from the heavens above,
Through a path of broken glass;
A fall of eternity i suppose.
Holding onto the vidrios rotos,
Blood painting the wildness on my rose;
That grew in this path of broken gemelos.
Witherd but still alive, a miracle's close.
A question arises in my mind alone,
Why fight to bleed for an unenchanted rose?
An unfulfilled dream of an unworthy prose;
Something forgotten amongst the time's shadows
Why seek for happiness when none is proposed,
A reason to hold on is enough when infierno is close.
Letting go isn't easy, but never tame a spirit born free,
For it leaves without significance and spree;
And remains unheard, even if you disagree.
Diregarding el diablo, leaving this domino,
Farewell thee uncharted minds of forgetful fellow.
i bid aideau