"it All"
As it all once again repeats,
Retreating my soul
Into my reminiscences;
Back into my echoing laments,
I once again try to avoid it all,
I try to elude myself,
But realize that it all again
Grasps me back to the mystified beginning,
I search and search
For the “happy” past I thought I had,
For the moments I thought would sympathize,
But now it all made it seem that,
I’m living in disguise,
It all might live within me,
It all now is a part of me,
Esoteric though, to some
People it might be,
……………
Now that I know
That one’s shadow only fades
When it’s intended not to be seen,
I always close my eyes
And try to dream,
And…
Here I am right now,
Staring outside my kitchen’s balcony,
Contemplating all these birds
Flutter their pinions in
And out of an enormous tree…
It all made me smile,
It all made me leave the balcony
And go run around that tree…
Like all these birds,
It all made me flutter my pinions,
And fly…
Copyright © Farah Chamma | Year Posted 2007
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