~ NemesisA Poem byFill it in yourself, life is a Poem, of fiction, or truth....~ Nemesis
There where land is, my bare feet root In forgotten shores of land barely seen Justice feed my toe nails, in every taken step Of silence the pale skin is aware of winters hunger Cold sorrows which became sweaty on my backs justice In contradiction of many Nemesis soul longings Of the souls spread sparkling glimpses Waste away like quicksand under their sins There where cold shores became warmer
There where sea is, I feed Nemesis, As I dance with her pure spirit In denial of her toxic I drink her blood To sail darker seas of mighty pleasures To sniff the thoughts of others brainy deep Led by the evil wind, they gasp Which perpetuates sail my silent ship And on their poor fate I sail over an ocean To find, the purity back and blow it in their minds
Darker days shall come, in winters hearts When you shiver to fall asleep In mind surrounded by a blanket of love Longing for the days you made another black But nothing lasts as a cold bare breeze Feeding your lost soul into pure refrain from the cold Regret having the days when your soul reflected Pure warmth in the sun rising morning Wherever you every minute was used to your Inner voice to dance, even though you felt tons of
sorrow
There where death longs harder than you’ll survive Woods have no trees, left with leaves, But are finished to forever rot and freeze in Winters cold, unless they call an un forgiven Purity with a breath of warm hearted spring And a voice of innocence and sincerity The one which they lost inside for a long time Within themselves as it always felt among them if they
look that Carefully inside their combative but still dear souls
There where life is, stronger than sorrow And where malice has found a place to rest forever and There where all is equal, in some mazes of life you
have passed, Where light is brighter than your inner gutter of
failure Nemesis, speaks your justice, breathes as fair as an
Angel in Disguise where you heard your voice calling your Left eye to your right, your ears spread neurotic alert
and Your tongue and mouth could sing forgotten notes
Justice, in all honor, is calling your name, in echoes Between the daily gift your heart is still beating And believe me, it will come to all the right corners If you choose to live, you shall be rewarded with The simple pleasures you've missed for so long You will be happier than a little child safe at home Blinded or failed, healed or nailed there is a room
for everyone A heart chamber open even for those who have sinned my
head off. I'm still breathing, and I’m resting half way
~ Elisa Laura © 2013Author's Note
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