Uninvited II

 

Again in lonesome I stand

Not entirely alone, but steps away

Uninvited again I am, I entered, stayed

As I watch it turn to diamond, the heart of coal

 

Two jewels in the sky

I own none

Not even beams of sun

Yet I wish not to die

 

Falls upon me rain

Falls upon my pain

To wash all my dismay

October’s rain of May

 

As I fall awake from sleep

I curse none of the souls I keep

I envy not gods, for I was once there

I stepped down from heaven more than a stair

 

For gods I pour my wine on floor

Half open I leave that door

Expecting for no one

Yet hiding from eternal sun

 

And that I do not regret

Nor I’ll forget

For the best is yet to come

And I shall never quit

 

All moonless night I hid

All tears I’ve never shed

Brings me off my knees

Makes me raise my head

 

 

All their smiles within

All their joyful sin

Makes my wounds heal

For they heal on another skin

 

As I enter the cave where no one has been

Uninvited to that place I am again

As I defy all weakness of men

Again I stand alone

 

Special and alone

Back to the same dawn

Where I’ve many times have been

Flashbacks of all I’ve seen

 

Still I walk in, still I enter the cave

Again I dig a grave as two call my name

A creature of the sun and a wanderer of the night

My mind now, I have to fight

 

All to roam the road

All to keep a word

To give freedom

And to be free

 

Then again, it’s me

The one who’s homeless more than free

The one too sharp to notice

Yet too blind to see

 

Author's Note

It's been a while since I wrote a poem, so reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

wow maan!
heavy... man! heavy!
regardless of the grammatical and spelling mistakes, and the lines weaker than others, the majority of the verses here weigh for a thousand thoughts and feeling put together!
man... this is... amazing!
some stanzas here break down walls!!!! others have echo roaring like cannonballs!
man... this is a good one!
bravoo!

[Coyote Poetry]

Always a harder road when we are alone. A lot of sad thoughts and journey in the poem. Age allowed us to look back and wished we held on and were kinder. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote