21-11-2004

The room was dark and damp,
I lay still with fears of witches and vamps,
Dungeons and dragons, blood and daggers,
Days without sun, nights when gladiators run,
Run away from Death that stays near,
And colorless roses that fill my mind with fear,
Ah! A sigh a moan, a hue less sky that empowers my mind,
And a dying hope that the secret door I will find,
The door that secures my freedom,
And give power to my crippled wing,
But greater is the fear to discover that,
There is no world that invites my flight,
There is no nest, no wind or no branch that waits me,
And the world I used to call lonely,
Is no better than the room where I am locked,
Where I find solitude as my mentor,
And my boredom my true friend,
So Desire stay away, stay away from my deserted heart,
And oh! Death please come soon,
Before my hidden desires weighs me down,
And takes me where my life is unwanted,
Without empathy or love.
Keshie(21-11-04)