Poems have been away of life for me,I don't have to think i don't have to meditate i don't have to go through the things i write or experience them to write,words just flow out and i write
Thursday, 16 May 2013
There Was A Moment
There is no word, no label, no secerning cognomen,
No one word for the pain, the longing, the brevity,
I grasp desperately and sense the loneliness,
The ONE just at the fingertips of my heart and mind,
But no more,embrace the change,weep and clod,
But i want to feel the pain,i want to feel the rain,
No more sun light just the heat,i want to feel the hightail,
For too long I've been high i want to doss down,
So that i can believe and feel that i'm alive,
Only to realize again and again and again,
Of a life meant for living; an old soul meant to grow older than mine,
What is left of me is to die slowly and be forgotten,
Forgotten like the troubles of yesterday,
Definitely not to be remembered for even one morsel of this bitter life,
For to live doesn't mean that you're alive,
But to me there was a moment
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