I post my first poem as one that I wrote several years ago, but it has remained my favorite. A bit melancholy perhaps... but, it very much fit to express what was going on inside my head and heart at the time.
Bird On A Wire
A bird on a wire
Staring at the rain
Doesn’t wanna hear the thunder
Doesn’t wanna see the pain
Just rinsing off his feathers
But it’s not easy
To soften lightning’s flicker
Its forked tongue, it tears
A jagged rift into the sky
The wind blows colder
Gives a voice to softened rage
Howls about its self-destruction
But isn’t it just fine?
It’s supposed to be this way
Storm light flashes
Turns the sweet milling faces
Into monsters in the dark
Helpless in despair
Don’t think it’s easy
To watch them from afar
But when you get closer
Fly to give some aid
Some comfort to their screaming
The storm it only strengthens
So you hide yourself away
Close your eyes against the noises
Of a world that’s going under
You get accustomed to their pain
You feel it in your blood
As you beat your feeble wings
You smell it as you breathe
And you taste it in the rain
Why can’t you look into ones eyes
Without being tainted?
Affected by the strain
But they pull themselves away
Morning christens
The start of a new day
But you’re still mired in their pain
And you can’t run away
From what’s embedded in your memory
Just can’t ran away
So you fold your wings around you
Cover up the gaze
That betrayed you to the curse
Their never-ending bane
And fall from the sky
Like a star whose lost its way
Addicted to the love
That turned you to a drunkard
Heady on dismay
Going under
The dark gutter water in the streetlight
Never be a source of cracked reflections
Bouncing back the blackness
Of a broken soul
Never be a thorn inside a glass rose
Again
Only scattered feathers
That the wind will blow away
If not tomorrow
Than today
Solitude was bitter
But bitterness was sweeter
Than this constant hearts migraine
*Written Monday, May 22, 2006*
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