In spite, I move
Defying wearying disappointments, and dizzying distractions
Pain implores me stop, these aching heartbeats, but my feet feels no earth beneath
How can I stop in midair?
I move with unsatisfied love, unwelcomed, and lost
It is as smoke, teasing, it meanly swirls around my reaching grasp
Then whispers my name; my fate in foreign tongues, an empty fortune
This bate quietly calls my destiny
But how can I breathe in midair?
And where shall I land?
8 comments:
A beautiful new piece of your artistry! Very existential and cerebral; as always when reading you, I appreciate the opportunity to use my brain. ^_^
Beautiful! I wish I could write let alone think like that.
this is a well preserve piece of poetry..what flows in da trees..the fields closing what remains objects contained in your circle..2 idenify....beautiful ..peace my brotha..Create
Thanks Eugene! I have added you to my blogroll too!
This is very nice. Love the imagery.
Stunning!
Wow, this is a beautiful peek in to your thoughts. I loved it.
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