Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2010
The road towards my house is getting more shaky.
My action becomes like in a slow motive room.
Get me out from this place, efface everything out from this mind.
I know in my heart that You can do everything that is grand and awesome.

At first im so enjoy with this, i let her eat whatever she likes
Many times, i marinated her to become more sweeter than before.
And everything was pleasant in my sight like driving in a smooth highway.
Now, i tell you that i cant draw my own face as i stared the mirror.

The sound of happiness seems walking away from my ears.
The light of every houses is now dimming towards darkness.
I dont know what to do and what am i suppose to say.
Im tired of saying sorry, I need a heart of repentant.

Here i am gazing up the sky claiming that there will be restoration.
In this open air, feelings will be entitled as a legend or a myth.
My intention was to make it clear in my side that this is wrong.
And nothing was ever good will be perform in a vast of man.

Memories were made to see what is the best for the future.
O Morning Star, train my feet to stand in every adversity
Made by whether myself or by the enemy, let it strike die down.
And its move bring forth strong knees and brand new level of faith.
- From Of Asterisk
Mark Rubilla
Written by
Mark Rubilla
1.1k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems