I was on my tired knees
Made and pleaded for a wish
Swollen eyes soaked in tears
Wished that I did not exist
My life is a bad joke
An egg without a yolk
An ugly beast in amok
Underneath the black cloak
Then you came along
Telling me I’m not alone
(Passion on your voice’s tone)
That for me there is a home
My doomed journey ends
Path to self-destruction’s gone
You healed my soul and cleanse
With the touch of your hands
Awhile, I’m on my knees again
This time, I am more of a man
Beside me, a woman in gown
One with the passionate tone
This poem makes me cry..
ReplyDeleteYou have such beautiful voices in your head. Let them speak.
Thanks Edlin, I will try to listen more to the voice inside me to come up with worth reading pieces.
ReplyDeletelovely..
ReplyDeletewow,
ReplyDeleteyour talent is valid.
what a magical twist in life,
Blessings fly your way....
Happy Potluck!
Thanks for linking up.
week 11 potluck awards/treats 4 u
ReplyDeleteThanks for the beautiful contribution to week 11, hope to see you next Monday!
Happy Thursday!
Happy Thanksgiving Holiday if you celebrate!
Beautiful. Love is the magic of healing.
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