•GIFT OF LIFE•
On a warm and vibrant daylight
Here I sat and sow a seed,
Wishing, yearning, for its’ growth
Till it reach the highest peak,
Peak of my desires that speak,
Speak of nothing but success.
But what might be my desire—
Speak of for to reach the peak?
Is it that of love from him?
Or just growth of my sick life?
Or perhaps a wish for fruit
To remedy my lovesick core—
Yet success is just as vague
As I figure what it is—
Is it that dark dream I had?
Or that jocund life I have?
I do not know what it is,
Let me reconsider then—
Reconsider every little
Possibilities that may—
Change the mistakes that I made;
And acclimate what future holds,
So that, dearly, I can hold it
And so I may cherish it.
But it fleetly nettle me—
The thoughts I have, eventually;
My thoughts were intoxicating,
And are bare unprecedented—
Finally garroting me,
Making me feel muted then.
And that seed I sow in a soil
On a warm and vibrant daylight,
Still is waiting for my return
To water and to make it grow—
But here I am, rejecting growth,
Rejecting all that might change me.
Perhaps if I’m gone more longer,
Love I speak, might come to it,
And that seed I’ve sown so long
Would grow along itself alone,
Where my heart I delegate to—
Just for it to grasp much love.
Perhaps if the seed I sowed—
Would drink much rain I never drank,
And feel much warmth I never felt,
And take much worth I never took.
And that life I gave to it,
Would live a life I never live.
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Under A Dusk Sky
PoesiaA collection of understading the self vaguely. A collection of fantasy, dostorted truth and unwanted words. A collection of words I have thought of under a dusk sky. Other title: Scissors: Two of Blades to Cut a Skin This is an original work. Do not...
