She was a very sensitive girl
so sensitive that
between her calm, sensuous eyelids
over the deep penetrating ,brown eyes
resided permanently, pearly lenses
of dawn dew tears, unflinching.
Her world was flowing ,colorful, well different
we call it fantasy, for her it was reality.
So real , that world gave her a title
Crazy.
She was never alone, yet lonely
People laughed around, they would bully.
No one , not even one
could understand, her sensitive vision.
She sought refuge among
mute animals, birds and wise old trees.
Millions of abandoned beings, weaved from her thoughts
took shelter under the ever expanding canopy of her heart.
Little unnoticeable incidents crept into her eye
tremors crept into her soul, it made her cry.
and yet even though her inner self, appeared weak
she did not let her exterior, creak.
Love overflowed through her, to anyone in need
like the affectionate rays of the sun
caressing tickling the earth, expecting nothing in return.
when rivers of emotions, merged with the sea
she became the dust, forming clouds of passion
raining drops of love, respite to the heat of hate.
Fear yet eclipsed, the anxious minds
and they drove her, to a doctor.
Medications mingle with ,the beautiful mind.
Infiltration occurs, only side effects unwind.
Catatonia appears , she is always asleep.
Eyes wide open , no one can get through.
Conscience slowly fades into oblivion
To stop this, self destruction
Higher dosage prescribed, not a word of assurance.
now forever trapped, no way to break free.
Now worm of hate slowly slithers, into her veins
A sudden urge , **** , **** **** echoes in the background.
And next day, she lay on the bed dead finally free.
An old leather back book, A journal I suppose
When the world read its contents, Uncontrollable
bouts of blood tears vaporized and sky was red
the whole day.
Within the contents, were worlds
Worlds without countries, Worlds without disease
Worlds filled with love, worlds with liberty
respecting diversity evolving into equality.
and in the last page the following scribbled
" My love for you all is not enough to ****
But sufficient for me to die."
Book was published with those writes
and this was written in the beginning
" Are you ready to , peel out your fears.
Be prepared to, see through the veil of tears"
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
She was a very sensitive girl
so sensitive that
between her calm, sensuous eyelids
over the deep penetrating ,brown eyes
resided permanently, pearly lenses
of dawn dew tears, unflinching.
Her world was flowing ,colorful, well different
we call it fantasy, for her it was reality.
So real , that world gave her a title
Crazy.
She was never alone, yet lonely
People laughed around, they would bully.
No one , not even one
could understand, her sensitive vision.
She sought refuge among
mute animals, birds and wise old trees.
Millions of abandoned beings, weaved from her thoughts
took shelter under the ever expanding canopy of her heart.
Little unnoticeable incidents crept into her eye
tremors crept into her soul, it made her cry.
and yet even though her inner self, appeared weak
she did not let her exterior, creak.
Love overflowed through her, to anyone in need
like the affectionate rays of the sun
caressing tickling the earth, expecting nothing in return.
when rivers of emotions, merged with the sea
she became the dust, forming clouds of passion
raining drops of love, respite to the heat of hate.
Fear yet eclipsed, the anxious minds
and they drove her, to a doctor.
Medications mingle with ,the beautiful mind.
Infiltration occurs, only side effects unwind.
Catatonia appears , she is always asleep.
Eyes wide open , no one can get through.
Conscience slowly fades into oblivion
To stop this, self destruction
Higher dosage prescribed, not a word of assurance.
now forever trapped, no way to break free.
Now worm of hate slowly slithers, into her veins
A sudden urge , **** , **** **** echoes in the background.
And next day, she lay on the bed dead finally free.
An old leather back book, A journal I suppose
When the world read its contents, Uncontrollable
bouts of blood tears vaporized and sky was red
the whole day.
Within the contents, were worlds
Worlds without countries, Worlds without disease
Worlds filled with love, worlds with liberty
respecting diversity evolving into equality.
and in the last page the following scribbled
" My love for you all is not enough to ****
But sufficient for me to die."
Book was published with those writes
and this was written in the beginning
" Are you ready to , peel out your fears.
Be prepared to, see through the veil of tears"
