Introspection

this a process. this is a dream. this world is real and this world is fake. existence is just an opinion. this is hard and this is simple. this is poetry.

Broken candle found shelter underneath a lamp

World was empty, lights were out and stars were pale

Grim gesture of two faced moon, scared her

She felt little air when she grabbed those fears

Silence of loud thoughts was baffled but distressed

Rain was about to pour some fray

She hoped for tinge of chaos, seasoned and red

She recalls dance of shadows, revolved from light to death

Her magnetic stance over meadows, of treason and trail

It was gigantic leap for invisible dark, she quoted

Wired fencing studded with flowers around her head

Dry river of overwhelmed rigidity on one side

Little shallow, little green grass on the other end

Dilemma of concrete confusion took away the flame

Freedom was afraid to set her free, had open sky to blame.

Bit more of reality stirred in false and footless clay

Wishful desire tried to jump over, on a soulful day

She asked for black mirage in a white maze

No reason to hide, no reason to chew the ray

She found herself naked, little burned and forgotten till the end

Reviews

[Nicolás Cardona]

Great poem.

I especially liked the lines:

"She recalls dance of shadows, revolved from light to death
Her magnetic stance over meadows, of treason and trail
It was gigantic leap for invisible dark, she quoted "