You have been an oasis,
In my deserted hope,
You have been the open window,to the World,
While all the flags that showed the way, folded,
you are the sole that blew unfurled.
You are my sorrow,
my hurt,my pain,
Companions that others mistreat,
Yet I find when am cold and alone,
you are my solace,my retreat.
While others prayed for a peaceful life,
failed and tried again and again,
I asked that I be given an immortal pain,
Succeeded and cried again and again.
Why seek with others when you may never find..
that elusive feeling that stops the ole head reeling,
and gives you comfort and joy,both fragile toys,
for at the end,they break,
now hopeful..the consolation is difficult to take.
Regardless of who the World has made you,
regardless of your resolve or desire,
soon your edifice of a life charmed and happy,
Will be shaken up by the misery I admire,
And every tall story of your life and gain,
will be sliced by the knife..a sibling of pain.
Its never too late to play for the other side,
to give up and give in to despair,
maybe for once you'll realize the true character of pain,
maybe for once you wont treat with the disdain
the little happiness that Life brings,
and from then on every fledgeling joy you conceive,
will be respected righteously,unlike what you now receive.
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