Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Triple faces of fear:
Failure, dismay, isolation
Circling, a hostile dance,
All muscles tightening,
Echoing life like a knife.
‘Tis the darkest then,
Awake and trembling,
When we are most lost.
It takes the dawn
To bring deep sleep,
Safe keeping in morn.
This is flowing surreal poetry from you Corinne, amazing talent you have got. Thanks for posting this one...
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall