Some may prefer a sunny sky;
Not I; I breathe the clouds that spy.
Their beauty is the darkest kind
That watches o’er love on the line.
The yellow daisies, I disdain
I’d rather inhale cold and pain.
For on my life, they’ve left their stain
And ne’er will they cease to remain.
I find myself in places new
With different eyes, a different view.
I never thought that I’d come through
But found my wings, and up I flew.
Over waters bright blue and green,
I want to see what I’ve not seen,
To rule o’er lands like the grandest of queens
And to understand what the lightning means.
O’er the valley of the lone rose,
Sad and despondent, a lone bud grows.
Bathing in gloom, thrashing in throes;
Who will save it? Nobody knows.
No fear have you, but much have I.
In one dark flash, my life slips by.
And inasmuch as I do try,
I cannot stop its’ will to fly.
With these old withered hands of mine,
I’ve tried to halt the passing of time.
I’ve tried to make its’ hands rewind
But to me time has not been kind.
For one day at that dark’ning door
When I see all Fate has in store,
I’ll breathe in quick, fall to the floor,
Heave my last, then sigh no more.
For future cannot be foretold
No matter what the runes may hold.
They may deceive with jewels and gold,
Omit the tales of fatal cold.
Trying to see through broken glass
Brings up memories from my past.
Memories from my mind I’d cast
Away and hoped they’d be the last
Sometimes, I dream of what I’ve lost
Then I forget what my dreams do cost.
So to and fro I’m fervently tossed,
Scars of life are on my embossed.
Writing is my only vice;
People don’t hear or give advice!
So hear me, I’ll say it twice:
I am naught but bones and mice.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Some may prefer a sunny sky;
Not I; I breathe the clouds that spy.
Their beauty is the darkest kind
That watches o’er love on the line.
The yellow daisies, I disdain
I’d rather inhale cold and pain.
For on my life, they’ve left their stain
And ne’er will they cease to remain.
I find myself in places new
With different eyes, a different view.
I never thought that I’d come through
But found my wings, and up I flew.
Over waters bright blue and green,
I want to see what I’ve not seen,
To rule o’er lands like the grandest of queens
And to understand what the lightning means.
O’er the valley of the lone rose,
Sad and despondent, a lone bud grows.
Bathing in gloom, thrashing in throes;
Who will save it? Nobody knows.
No fear have you, but much have I.
In one dark flash, my life slips by.
And inasmuch as I do try,
I cannot stop its’ will to fly.
With these old withered hands of mine,
I’ve tried to halt the passing of time.
I’ve tried to make its’ hands rewind
But to me time has not been kind.
For one day at that dark’ning door
When I see all Fate has in store,
I’ll breathe in quick, fall to the floor,
Heave my last, then sigh no more.
For future cannot be foretold
No matter what the runes may hold.
They may deceive with jewels and gold,
Omit the tales of fatal cold.
Trying to see through broken glass
Brings up memories from my past.
Memories from my mind I’d cast
Away and hoped they’d be the last
Sometimes, I dream of what I’ve lost
Then I forget what my dreams do cost.
So to and fro I’m fervently tossed,
Scars of life are on my embossed.
Writing is my only vice;
People don’t hear or give advice!
So hear me, I’ll say it twice:
I am naught but bones and mice.
Long poem I wrote and broke into a few different ones.
