Chained

Bits and pieces of me lie
Staring at the midnight sky
Looking in the heavens' mirror
As the days comes it is clearer
That the dance of midnight stars
Shimmered dimly in my scars
 Is not meant for human eyes
Like your perfect stance and guise.
Blind your eyes to my despair
Float above me, lady fair
Maddeningly out of reach,
 For my Tantalus a peach,
In the garden of the young
Where the my deepest fear is hung
On the top of every tree
Free for everyone to see.
Lash me with your eyes still closed
Beautiful and so composed
As you drain me like a corn
Make me wish I wasn't born.


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Really that’s a lot of fun, -
Sweating like a cornered nun.

Алекс Яров   29.07.2015 20:34     Заявить о нарушении
Woah, thanks. After a couple of years here I gave up hoping to ever get anybody's comment on any of my poems. :)

Триумвират   29.07.2015 21:35   Заявить о нарушении
Alex, crying with laughter!)

Мираслав Север   13.08.2015 18:46   Заявить о нарушении