In the air of desire the memories sleep,
Beside the river of winter,
Beyond the moment of time,
In the stillness of harmony,
On an abandoned shore,
In a restless silent night,
Beneath the surface of shivering skin.
In silence do I make confessions that chaos creates,
A confession whose echo reverberates in every thing I touch.
My demons have run awild and the devil is here to collect.
Run away little boy.
Run away, alone, with devouring tears.
The mountain of secrets I hid within has finally crumbled down.
With bloody eyes I will witness the ashes of burnt leaves,
The leaves of secrets.
Run away little boy,
From one hell to another.
The last two lines sums it all.
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I like the last five words most.
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This is breathtakingly beautiful !
Sometimes certain situations require hearing something that consoles, that uplifts and these very verses did do that for me.
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Hmm. Was there really anything uplifting in this poem?
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“Run away little boy”
Perhaps, the way I interpretted it made the difference.
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The beauty of poetry 🙂
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I wish there was a “LOVE” button instead of “Like”… Very nice.
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Ahh, thank you so much. You’re too kind towards me.
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I only speak the truth. 🙂
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Thank you so much, again.
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