Unreleased
The wailing of a long midnight,
as burdened eyes carry much weight.
I leave you my tears from dismal rites
without the will to bear or translate
a rake piercing my threadbare sky.
The only thing I need to ask
is where’s the balm to our goodbye;
as somber air tries to unmask
the wilted hours robbing time’s grace;
while frozen lips that have not kissed
the hope of summer’s warm embrace,
endures my angst’s prowl ...unreleased.
Somehow the clouds drift to unfold
A vision of torn reveries
Designed by fate... gentle yet bold
Until new stars bequeath rest’s peace.
Gautami Phookan's The Poet II's Contest
by nette onclaud
9/8/2014 theme: I leave you my tears
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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