An infant cries
But the world turns away
Its locked
Within the corner of her heart
Her pleas heard by the deaf
Her struggles seen by the blind
The world has taken over
Trivial emotions rule
The infant is in fear
The wall in between is growing stronger
The strand of love weaker by the moment
Longing to see
What was once within
Hopes are fading
But wishes grow stronger
Life..weaker by each strike
Strength has burnt out
Distant life , remains a memory
But fear is choking her
for what’s to come – the sorrow unleashed.
The infant is silent
Tears have dried
Peace not being the reason
But wisdom has been granted
And knowledge foretold
That the meaning shall be found.
Came across this poem while flicking through one of my oldest journals. I resisted editing it in the smallest way.. simply to preserve its 'raw authenticity'.
This one was dated 12/04/1999
Picture by : Lesly Leon Lee
2 comments:
wow, dark stuff. Sounds like the pleas of an aborted baby or an idea not allowed to flourish.
:)
one of these days.. i'll tell you the story behind it.
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