Get Your Premium Membership

Metaphor of fraud

Metaphor of fraud In the road of loneliness I remake my morning prayers Yellowed silence buries last memories Autumn and curtain above my book are broken Yearly rain writes an anonymous journal There are no words between metaphors of tears I bite darkness, fonts and white letter Due to the rust of time the promise digests In the corners of ignorance a broken violin hushes Char lips I begin the ballad of fraud A frozen key cannot reopen any door anymore The same you walk and smash, the same you wake up, the same you raise and fall, Lie and cry or be quiet, but kiss the mornings in the heart

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 5/9/2012 5:00:00 PM
Very interesting poem. Loved it! Always, Laura
Login to Reply
Date: 5/8/2012 11:57:00 AM
A pleasure to read your poetry today Bekim. I will try to come back later this week to read more. I have a spring cold and not up to reading for too long. Have a wonderful week. Love, Carol
Login to Reply
Date: 5/8/2012 6:30:00 AM
Very well written Bekim - Thank you for sharing it with me today. - oxox Anne-Lise
Login to Reply
Date: 5/8/2012 5:20:00 AM
Bekim well written..David
Login to Reply