#goons
Joy alike to mine residest in the wet smile of that granddad with
whose son every stranger wishest to play with and giggle with
Joy alike to mine residest in the eyes of that goon whom approached thee
with a wish of disappearing his misery
Joy alike to mine residest in those
those sculptures who were freed after the perennial to get broken
Joy alike to mine residest in those drizzles departest who from the cloud,their master for good
A joy,brought to me by thee,unrelatable and unreasonable,
when showest understanding and trust,
there assures though no tyrst,
something that blooms out of broken pieces,
drenched in love
ever and ever
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
Through the forest
Into the meadows
No time to rest
Hiding from shadows
Nearing the lake
Catching on my breathe
Keeping myself awake
From the goons wreath
They swarm to places
Looting the riches
They painted their faces
Some looked like witches
I have to hide
As they have seen me
My eyes on guard
Keeping silent as I can be
I hear the horses
Nearing the lake
Wading with forces
With their takes
Night was long
And so was fear
What they did was wrong
They just give others tear
Upon twilight I reached home
Everything was devastated
They took my favorite comb
On return they stated
Written on the walls
Were the words in bold
"I am watching you from the falls"
"Your head in my hand, I hold"
Now I'm scared to step out
They set me on a trigger
I can't even shout
An escape, why can't I figure
I will use my last boon
To return to my world without scream
This should happen soon
And I will wake up from this dream...
©sim
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC