09.07.2012
The night which is so long, Wind blown as long as my waiting;
As though averse my existence
Forming the ice cold of hopelessness into frost tear;
Languished and suffered in this mundane world;
I've been faltered full of Hesitancy .....
Convulsions by the suffering that must I feel;
Slightly sighing frustrated and condemn myself;
My tears are slowly dripping, wiped it by sniffer called apathetic;
But the more I wiped it, the more its come;
Using a beautiful rhyme, singing in the loneliness;
Trying to decribe my sadness which is shredding my soul;
The rhythm of the north wind which is reverberate;
Jeering me and laughing loudly to me;
Snowflakes are falling trying to conceal my existence;
Ice keeps my feeling ;
As though prevent it from rotting;
Wind is blowing and piercing my soul, take my awareness;
Sleeping and buried under million tons of ice;
Can't feel anything anymore;
Loving is suffering, loving is lamentable;
But why am I still love you?
Snowflake sonata started to fill the air;
Bringing the discordant tones;
Flowing like a peaceful river,
Rolling into sadness like a huge wave crash the coral;
My feelings are drifted and drowned by it;
Looking at the reality which is out of my expectation;
Crying gently , curving my mouth to smile forcibly;
Indeed I can't say a single word, facing the reality which is so unreal but hurtful;
Speechless in the top of the iceberg;
Looking everywhere;
When everything turns into grayscale then blur;
Leave me behind alone;
With sadness and suffering that can't be distinguish;
Tired being broken heart with somebody that tell me truthful lie;
Lost in the middle of voidness;
When the sky is no longer colored;
Even the sun is no longer shined;
And the cloud is no longer appeared;
Finding for the warmth of summer in the cold of winter;
Walking through the dense fog which is slowly fading me;
Take me with all my desperation;
The fragrance of loneliness that can smelled easily from thousand miles;
Brought by the north wind as the missing fragment;
Sadness and happiness are torturous;
Engulfed by the sorrow;
Keep me to biding in the blizzard forever...
Poet
J
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