![]() InkA Poem by Marvin Lewis Jr.![]() A room in this imagination of mine![]()
Ink
I smile for what I will become then shed a tear for who I am, after a glimpse of my dream the imagination runs for miles but the moment reality pinches me everything is saturated in flames, Barbed-wire embraces my future like a frame, intimidating me from pursuing the picture frustration persuaded me to gaze into the eyes of what I love and speak hate. Sadness strengthens my wings but I'd rather walk and be happy some might interpret this like asking a blind man to trade, but its nearly impossible to follow the chords to the song another man's heart plays, He says He arises for the needy' sighing lately I've been unable to speak but yesterday I could whisper God please? I only hope He heard the tears that came after me smiling, Only if I could jump in His arms when I see demons in the distance coming after me smiling, I look at the shadow of death I live in as making it possible so the people that will be formed out of me their eyes will never know black tears and their face will only understand smiling. Yesterday tasting ones last breath wasn't even in the equation, today there exist nothing more beautiful than dying, I want to walk through a park with the sense of touch I'm too used to flying, Let me speak a prayer in which I feel GOD's face because my hands are cut deep from blocking the echo of my soul crying. I am as an easel firmly holding nothing standing tall as it evolves into a startling masterpiece, my feet are as the first strokes after its complete my eyes fade like stars after sunrise, my voice is like footprints at night I have nothing but one hope to dream away the time, instead of grasping my own life an empty page will save me alive, when tomorrow comes with a different pen I will write... When tomorrow comes with another fear I will fly. Its an open door with a threshold only children can cross, the knob rotates with each chilling thought. The door is pushed in further after death's eyes blink, not air but I live because of ink.
© 2008 Marvin Lewis Jr.Author's Note
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Added on June 25, 2008Last Updated on July 1, 2008 Author![]() Marvin Lewis Jr.Trenton, NJAboutI'm 19 y.o. and I write lyrics, prose, poetry, and treatments. I'm currently self-publishing my first book entitled "The Language Of My Imagination" which consist of poetry and prose that touch on suc.. more..Writing
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