Into sorrow,
Misery in that drowning mind,
Of tears and pain,
To feel that blade,
To feel a memory
Of a kiss,
Into that sweet night,
Alas, a mere dream,
In constant sorrow,
A whisper in that mind's eye,
To hear the roaring of the wind,
To fight,
For what?
Dreams?
A ghost?
I hear the silence, not dare a whisper,
To not feel,
To not cry,
Oh my sorrow,
Do you dare let me sleep in joy?
Dare you let me be?
Here I lie,
A broken shell,
A lifeless soul,
In this meat bag of a body,
The mind screaming out,
RELEASE! BE FREE! FLY!
But I am trapped,
To be not free,
My wings clipped,
Oh joyless dream,
A night mare,
Into sorrow's embrace,
To siege,
Release,
Only upon the grave,
I shall not sleep,
Oh my dear sorrow.
About the Creator
Jason Giecek
A poet who cannot rhyme, a dreamer who dreams in reality, realist who gave up realism last week as part of his plea agreement. The courts got nothing!! Nothing!
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