a dream, and soon
the sun will come
to hurt my eyes
force them
open with the sharp glint
of light that pierces
thru the drapes of darkness
i painted yesterday
and i have to
write again, maybe
a thousand more
words to hold me still
to breathe out
frustrations and anger
and lies that swore
and sadness
and a poem
No Rina , Even if the scorching sun burns the eyes a Poet like you shall never stop dreaming because that is the only way a poet claims her place in the universe, come whatever may......
ReplyDeleteYes WORDS if necessary silent words will help you to breath mindfully.!!
This time your poetry is short and crisp just as I like.
a good poem on a poem for a poem from a poem.... :)
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