I live in a reverie as my corpse petrifies on a bench
Trying to dissolve into thought with the fall of each drop
That caresses the lake in the melody of a sizzling fire.
With eyes open, but unfocused, that can't register a thing
I look to the right, then left, at the sky and start to think:
With its normalcy, nature is usually pure and bright,
Undisturbedly sacred, untouched by our vulgarity,
But today, it seems raw and upset in its solidarity.
When the wind blows by,
The reed's leaves pathetically whimper
Dancing for themselves
Through an indecipherable whisper.
I wish to fit inside that reed
To live like the animals it houses
That go by in their honesty
Unnoticed, full of dignity,
At peace with what they have
Unlike me- close to going mad.
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Human fragility-poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote when I was feeling vulnerable and fragile. Most of them are the fruit of emotions felt at night, when you're in the company of only yourself and the core of thoughts.
