Rigoletto

Inspired by the movie Rigoletto, a very old one, but a favorite of mine from childhood.

A Beautiful soul 

hidden within a casing 

of harsh rebuke

kept secret

in the catacombs

of a dusty heart.

Nothing to break it free

from its stone cage.

No one hear it

cry in the dark

of the tombs

of long lost memories.

 

It is in want of air

the tombs are filled 

with the stench 

of a rotten spirit

which keeps the soul

bound, as its jailor

within the body 

of a misshapen 

brute. 

 

Its memories 

are becoming tarnished

its eyes, clouded

they no longer see hope

hope has died to them

no thought 

of freedom

enters the mind

it seems to late for that now. 

 

But nay, it is never

to late for hope

hope will always rise

as a bird

singing its song

even within the tombs

of long lost memories. 

Reviews

[Nishant Gupta]

ur lines are really nice , plsz do me a favour by reading mines "QUEST OF LIFE"

[Nishant Gupta]

could understand less but good one kindly review my too "QUEST OF LIFE".

[Tate Morgan]

Hope is everything