Poezie

And gone

1 min lectură·23 noiembrie 2003

Mediu

In flames of desert i rise

Throughout my dried up spirit

In disguise I fear of the untold

I conceive it as the landscape I

behold, never with an end, less a

beginning

Not contempt I am, in myself within

I feel disilusioned by lack of

life in my enclosed coffin of regrets

Or desire for life, I dozed in tranquil

dark void...

Needless entity of a broken axe

Shunned in life even now quite

nearing oblivien, sadly true, symbol

a large knife, cutting the veils of

my visions.

I dwell the dreams, moaning and exiting

state and state of being, a sequence of moments

ridiculously continually, never ceased...

I danced with the daemons of my pain

I held within... and i try

A sacrifice of me is what I should pray for

And I\'d be gladly be given away by myself

A broken dawn I was, a broken, dim sun,

gazing upon seeming tranquility of the silent

chaos... and i ... and gone

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Mihail Velcescu. “And gone.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/mihail-velcescu/poezie/56500/and-gone

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