Cut it out…
They shout
They shout.
Shaking through,
My carcass phew!
Deafening my sight,
Blinding my sound,
They shout
They shout.
They don’t cut it out.
I’m nauseatic,
Sickened by the ruthless ghouls,
They see no love in the petals divine,
They see no music in the bees buzzing rhyme.
They shout
They shout.
They don’t cut it out.
Oh! One day I will float high,
To the alcazar with my love star,
My aspirations are set up there,
Elusive, insurmountable…
But I can look up atleast,
From the grandest arched window,
With my love,
I will take a leap!
I will cut the hopeless cord
I will believe.
They shout
They shout.
Shaking through,
My carcass phew!
Deafening my sight,
Blinding my sound,
They shout
They shout.
They don’t cut it out.
I’m nauseatic,
Sickened by the ruthless ghouls,
They see no love in the petals divine,
They see no music in the bees buzzing rhyme.
They shout
They shout.
They don’t cut it out.
Oh! One day I will float high,
To the alcazar with my love star,
My aspirations are set up there,
Elusive, insurmountable…
But I can look up atleast,
From the grandest arched window,
With my love,
I will take a leap!
I will cut the hopeless cord
I will believe.
the words of a soul cornered by the clones who resist breaking free and seeing beyond....cries of the one who muffles her voice, stifling her urge to shout nd break free...biding her time....till den keeping her agony to herself..
ReplyDeleteit can all be seen and heard even though u choose not to show! :)
u will reach wer u want to...sooner than u think.
until next time...tc!
:) Thanks a lot, for few can hear and read between the lines.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy that poets understand the work of fellow poets with so much of grace. tc :)