Happiness Far Above
My mind is a mess and I
stumble and miss
Nobody there to care or
give a loving kiss
Silence all around so I
must generate sound
Darkness the constant on
my ground
Such a heavy world with
happiness far above
I cannot lift or reach and
can’t fly like a dove
Broken is remembering
domesticity so I think I am sinking
I want to run when
picturing
Sublime human nature is
all we have
Nothing else can save the
helpless knave
I am not guiltless when I
could have done something
But I learn through and
now I too am a knave
Special souls can see and
be determined to free
Difficulty is accepting a
hand stretched out in glee
Prejudice in society
pre-judges and will not see
The weakest embraced me, oh sweet irony
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