Open Poetry #43 |
Associations |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
My days remind me of the endless autumn rain, The fascinating, charming melancholy. The sky is crying for my bitter loss - The loss of one hour's eternity. And I know the rain is bound to cease, But my sorrow will shape just another rain cloud, And the steps on our crossing ways Will be only for always erased. And my freedom reminds of a foreign land, No destination is one, true home That has never existed at all. And wherever I go, I will only get lost. And my love reminds of a wilted rose, Its eternal beauty is evanescent; While you're breathing in its light April scent, Least of all you expect it to hurt you, But time leaves you just pain of its pretty thorns. And my truth reminds of an ancient language, Mystic manuscripts only few can read, But no one's ever got to the core, Where the mystery is way too obvious. So, my whole life's like a chess game With one possible ending - it's draw. |
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TheAnonDavid Member
since 2008-08-28
Posts 237UK |
This has quite an enigmatic ending. I have heard of people who win or lose at life but never draw. Quite a nice poem leading up to, as I say, an enigmatic ending. Do not go gentle into that good night. |
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