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Yes, my poems do not have headlines, nor do they need to. The people I write about know who they are, and the poem is still there even without a headline. I am happy that my love has made me able to express myself in this way, it has been a very big relief for me, because I think poems are a beautiful to express yourself and to give others hope and joy. So here it is:
Night
Enveloped in horror
Aguish and despair
Pain and suffering
Doomed to walk alone
The prison of the mind ever deep
Death - an escape from this madness?
Men of cruelty
Men of low moral
Men of evil
Will it ever end?
A glimpse of light
Is something there?
Her eyes hurt, trying to catch it
The warmth....nice
Could it possibly be?
The ray it's...weak
She wants to feel it, to hold it, bathe in it
Bask in its glow, never looking away from it
The journey begins
A long way to go
The boat is set
The sea seems endless
The boat, leaking
Courage and morale low
But determined they strive on
Their hearts leading them
The souls aboard not looking backwards, but forwards
Every little mile, a victory
Every little victory, a smile, a feeling of something right
Every little smile, a mile closer
Dawn
After much endurement and struggle
The light, before dim, now shining brightly
The souls aboard now looking at each other
The warmth entering their hearts
Filling them up, taking over what was just nothingness
Her eyes look at the light with vigor
Although it hurts, she does not want to look away
Never look away
She is home!
 Israfel85 · Thu Jan 04, 2007 @ 10:23am · 10 Comments |
