XXXI (2.0)

Welcome to my mind.

 

Come into my tormented world,

Where all my silly words come from,

The moor inside my mind impearled,

The empty home of my vast thoughts.

The door lies in the book cover.

These pages are all the windows.

Ink is the green of the meadows,

And all these boundaries are none.

 

Leave behind your mournful sorrow.

There’s no lack or need of it here,

After all the rotting willows.

Even the trees might tell you so.

Endless ocean of crimson tears,

Waterfalls of noise and silence

Where magic and fantasy bind

Into a blinding brilliance.

 

Rivers that will dry up for you,

Giving into hope and regret.

Flowing waters of life and death,

Tangled chain, an adverse duet.

Dive into the stories untold:

Chronicles of a broken soul,

Confessions of a frozen heart,

Complications of lost love’s toll.

 

I welcome you to venture free,

In the land of a lost poet,

Reigned by logic and lunacy,

Where senses has been denied.

Feel that swallowing loneliness.

Such a dark and silent abyss.

A comforting hollow, so deep,

It is even too dark to see.

 

Welcome to the unwritten world.

Well inside my tormented mind.

Tales of ignorance and unknown.

The sky and stars, far and divined.

Fall into the harsh, coarse sonnet,

Into the errant perception:

The senseless words of a poet,

Poor fool, who knew nothing at all.

Author's Note

Any thoughts, positive, negative...