Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Sunday, 19 February 2012

The Path

Let bygones go by-
Vague inflictions that never realize,
Animation, this is the right way-
To play- towards good
Health and happiness,
In the night the lesions,
Burn and the wounds seep, bloodied-
And see angels that protect,
The helpless in moments
Of confusion- necessary
Lights that shine- to light
The dark path spread in front of the days-
Denied breathing in gasps of drowning-
In whirlpools of frenzied torments,
Insipid aspirations of-
Furious oppression, in breathing
Less, deterring the pain and the shame;
Failure to see and breathe-
The lights blink outwards illuminating
And then a blink away, in a second-
The fog descends once again.


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