It was an interesting night and it was an interesting day before that then there was an interesting night before that. Looks like I used the word ‘interesting’ too many times. After all that I came and sat with sleepy eyes to finish this poem. Some part of this poem are opinions of mine based on facts many people cannot understand or accept. They can do whatever they want. This is my poem love it or leave it or you can print it out and burn it.
Nothing more I can say about this poem as it explains what it is inside it.
A Soul On Fire.
Oh’ a new wave of thoughts I searched,
And none ever came to mind I can gather,
What blinded every sense of mine I inquired,
Ah’ the whispering witch from mind eloped.
Sun was kind, wind slowed, though mind faded,
The mind’s eyes from everything remain closed,
What cunning machinations out there I cared not,
How world moved no sense of mine know not.
Good thoughts, good dreams none I can find,
Nightmares and dirty thoughts I abandoned,
Oh’ all figures moving around in brutal reality,
Looked like tattoos on a whore who forever danced.
In them some with love smiled and whispered,
Poetry they hated without understanding a word,
Many others in strange reverie slept,
No thoughts about anything still mind not gathered.
The ways life stretched before me I will not take,
The ways others paved for me I will abandon,
No choice I will give life to bend me,
For my life cannot find meanings without me.
So cunningness of past, machinations of the future,
Blend and bend them all I will, for, none matters to me,
No thoughts from past will make me wish or will make me dream,
As the fires of soul blazed through every vein of mine.
The days of hibernation is over,
The fire melted and molded new thoughts,
And new dreams adorned those thoughts like diamonds,
Search is over but when looked in surprise I asked.
“Why none of the fires destroyed her face from my mind?”.
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