Tragic Play
Cunning edge as I ran and watch them all,
Performing by each chances standing tall,
As they can be seen but never I can flow
With usual changes, time draws what you saw,
Lights are blinding me like I can never see
The real deception, of what life foreseen,
River flows silently but deeply, in life
This is how we should keen,
Thoughts meander as restless winds
Dance before my eyes reaching, tumbling,
Away in half the universe arises;
Began to foretold, anything is by taking
There own places by situation and taken,
None events in her history was destined
But only perhaps was by haven,
Civilized people think they know and can understand,
Then why are they blind;
Not provoking and ignoring silence,
Neither have we lived in lies in bind.
Linking the passage of undying love,
As for they taught existence it was,
Fools, mistaken as what they are, called humans,
Who know nothing but to cut the differences?
Say less they did not attempt to make hushes,
As I am trying to search for life,
Am I only in the stage of confusion or something?
Seeking out according to my ignorance,
First I say anything is taken by tragic play of mine,
Not I wish to make a possible remark,
I only wanted to speak in out of the dark,
Which have hidden me almost half of what I was?
Have I ever existed in my part as I was given tasks?
Laughing matter not having a hint does it exist?
I only wanted to make a difference,
Matter it is can they flow in it against
How I acted as being a norm always in phase.
Weird as everyone think I used to act,
Does it means am I a great pretender?
No one knows me as I am a river,
Who flows silently but deeply cut
By wounds which can never be mend,
Sequencing to their part or roles?
Might have been I am too young as wanderers does?
My mind is wide open for the world to feed my mind.
In the end of the tunnel,
I can find another images and view points,
Slipping through the open whole of darkness
Nor can I find the answers?
Written by : Michelle L. Eligan
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