HER BEAUTY IS THE NIGHTA Poem by Pablo ColeHave you seen my nightmare horrors? Have you seen the end of man? Have you seen me as the total anti hero? Have you seen an end to the elaborate plan? I would give up I would give up But her beauty Her beauty It is the night Have you seen my lonely hours? Have you seen the end to THE FIST's power? Do you know I call myself a free man Wrapped in these mortal chains? I will not hate Do you comprehend divine creation? Do you sense no elation? O how strange I find my meaning in you Why is the stress on this mind so serious? My words written out of fear and confusion A dream I died in, so furious I awoke from and felt so light The isolation it was so enormous But now I just fly fly fly above My tears dropping for every living thing The dinosaurs to man But now I am waving dancing delighting In the breeze Because Her beauty is the night © 2014 Pablo Cole |
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Added on September 29, 2014 Last Updated on September 29, 2014 AuthorPablo ColeSt. John's, CanadaAboutpoems primarily about solitude, isolation, love/hate, rejection, mental illness, beauty, and life exquisite. more..Writing
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