This poem was written by, uhm, let's say, one of the few special persons in my life. Hmm, she's a great friend though...name's Vanessa Jane. I really, really like this poem 'cause somehow, it captivates the attention of a very lonely heart.
An Innocent’s Lament
Bitter are the hours I stared at a pellucid paper
You bid me now to move the pen
But a heart that is penetrated by anger
He who permeated only can heal;
I held my pen so taut,
In trepidation that my words will left unsaid
No more tears fell, my tumid eyes I soothe
And realized even my heart and soul you writhe
So in melancholic room pent,
I can’t find way out in this lament.
All these throe my heart owns
With haste I throw it beneath the sunny skies
Never thwart the plea of my tortured soul
To burn the feeling and make me whole from lies;
Angel, I’m not but I want to fledge
Like a fleeting wind fly up high
Abode in the highest realm of the ethereal space
At last, ‘could taste the penurious happiness
Blind and deaf to the pejoration of thine
Yes, I cried and it’s only you who could stop my repine.
A flower I am that blooms,
Was lashed by your pretentious hands,
An innocent beauty, I indulged
Never think candle’s flame on me waits
Poltroon you are for remaining silent
You crushed my petals and torn my stem
But I created fragrance; I stand still.
Poignantly touching as it may seem,
Remembering you – I call before my own
The thoughts and pain that with me yet will stay,
Will forever linger in my pen, left unspoken. . . .
Note: [written out of despair after knowing the reality dated August 8, 2008
(Span of time =1:30 – 4:00 am)]
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