A Road Still Driven
Languished at the end of my cavity
Abandoned in neurotic presumptions
In time disappear without a whisper
The silence humming sore
A solely who lives without a role
A soul bewildered, unstable
The soul which yearn for the color of sky
Souls which howling for a vivid
Occasional rustle awaken by the rhythm of mind
Not much but longitudinally drilled within the sense
It is an art which lasting
Continuously, persistently
Though the monotony unable to kill the instincts of a poet
Even if she wanted to ...
The role of enlighten soul reborn behind the turbulence of a spirit
Once it stood as a strong independence of a privacy
Unable be asleep nor raped
It's still there evaporating my life
This road which still driven
The long journey of a poet
Forget how this start, unsure when it ends
I prefer to drive it along as long as I could live
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8th Place
"A Road Still Driven" Contest
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico
Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2012
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