poetry

Good evening

I have written some poems... please enjoy

specially na Din


Dark Room


I'm sitting here, I'm not working

all the people around me are still talking

It's Tuesday, the second day in the week

I'm frustrated; I'm sitting in the dark

Searching the sense of life, like a wonderful flower in a park

May I have a quest, a mission?

I hope so; and I'll take it, with full ambition.

But now, I haven't any targets to reach

I'm still sitting here, and I'll preach

That something will jerk me out of here

Out of my little dark room

And stop the countdown of doom.

Because I want to life

I want to feel

I'm not made of steel...

I'm a human, maybe aboce

So please tell me how to love


Trapped


The sun is missing in my life


the only thing I have - on my neck, my knife

I tried to kill myself, all the time

but there's still blood running thru my veins


I'm alive; I'm deathless, restless in my own nirvana

like an embryo in a womb

but he will born and rise

and I keep trying to survive


Angels


Angels, flying high

from the bottom to the sky

blonde hair, white robes

the hands in silk gloves

that's our imagination

followed by the frustration

an angel is an ugly creature

no one can protect you, not even a preacher

angels, creatures from a nightmare

no spark of hope over there

they aren't play a harp, they just ring the bells

when Lucifer yells:

"Doomsday arrived; it's time, for you, to go."


thanks for your attention

PdL