A genuine lad is all I can be
Though deadliest future beholds this limited thee
Yet, even destiny couldn't find his way
And yet, my path couldn't risk any stake
Beyond reasons, facts remains
Chained by reality with consequences and vain
Enthralled memories haunting through
Voices summoning every fool
I am embracing a bleeding tree
Possessing knife for every thee
Drinking through the bloody ocean
Jumping between every thunder
I would like to hang on the highest cliff
Rather than stay with the beat
I am searching for a cold river
Hoping for a endless tranquilizer
For my life lives within one's imprisonment
Even shadow was an unknown existent
Vivid dreams showing boredom
But through paper flows my only freedom...
You certainly packed a lot of feelings into these few lines. Sometimes we dream only to find that life itself is a dream. Just hope a happy dream. I hope poetry helps you find a way.
wow, i love the use of such words like ''thee, thou, and thus''i feel that though they are dusty but they also carry the genuinity of feelings without being filtered through our brutal machines''minds''
cool one my dear you have come a long way- and u still have miles and miles to go before you. So keep head straight and chin up take gods name and DO IT WHATEVER --10 regards anjali
You have opened your heart here and although your life has been hard so far you are still young, keep positive and keep writing, 10 Lynda xx
Such a sad memories, , , Don't give up, okay, still many people love you and your poem, , , They want to read you more write, , They want to see you walk forward, , And I'm still here even just a distance, , Hehehe, , this is the lovely one! very cool! Naru Kaede, ,
Hello poet friend Min and thank you for sharing a part of your soul and life's journey. Life is filled with difficulties and trials, however, being alive, we can appreciate the fact that we are able to look upon them and learn. Great read, Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound pain pouring through your pen Yet there is freedon at the very end. Good write!