Seems like someone came back from the land of dead poets. I've been looking for ways to describe what I've been feeling. Despite the next, there is nothing much else to say. 僕を導いた存在に感謝。Blaze
(11. May 2012)
A crystal of chaotic sadness flickers
in the purgatory of atlantic eyes
And a sense of prevailing detachment snickers
at the hammering speed of a heart’s demise.
While unsung words rust at the tip of a tongue,
caged bluebirds inside flutter and strive
for freedom with their unheard silent songs,
seizing a moment before it is burnt alive.
And a detonation of daunting ignorance
echoes in a state of charcoal-chance
An utmost beautiful yet atrocious sight,
mere shadows dancing behind glittering light.
Detached from the species I was born to be
the piling up sadness keeps whispering to me,
as I watch them dance and move along,
so far from me, so far, you don’t belong, begone.
Like a stranger on these paths you walk,
my feet seek a rhythm that would burn the dark
But a touch is enough to briefly tame the truth
-- Despair’s so lonely in her cage so smooth.
I’ve rarely felt so out of place;
this, a single feathered, silent note of grace,
for the unwound wisps of mist
that flicker from mind to blazing wrist.Poem archive.