Posted by shaili on Saturday July 01, @06:13AM
A poem right from my heart..
Deep down buried pride and folly Bottle up till the finish line Saturation until reached, Of inability to not expect.
In all solitude I drink my own bitterness For the wine of yearning Captured the drought.
Walked through empty fields Experienced the maddening crowd Crossed thorn bridges Just to feel the warmth of my own blood (far away).
I found at last My loss; only to lose my gain I had come to join the strength But branches of the tree had weakened.
Too myopic to notice The holes desires create; for I still crave For the vivid ensemble I cherished in childhood memories.
Break off, for a while From felicity To face the herald of horrors, The stony silence of truth.
The balancing dance Want vs reality, tires me For the derivation, I see Lies in great expectations.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.