The day will come
when it all ends
each hours passes
and game goes on ...
but once entered
into the realm of shadows ,
are we aware of it ?
At 20 I was this frozen soul
who didn't dance with appearances,
witness not seeking to be
the center of the question ...
To the ball of high emotions
sitting at the back of the room,
expecting for some inspired invitation,
refusing to accept the grotesquerie
of thirsty flesh ,silent protester...
I am just a rebell talking to angels .
Over time I came to understand
that babies wandering in a state of normality
have to suck the bitter milk of destiny...
This belly , heavy post pleasure to climb,
dwarf at the foothills of history
you'll be nothing but immobile nomad
peeling back the pages of a diary
empty of so many rendez-vous ...
I learned that life is just a subway platform
where we're waiting for the day to come...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Everything happens for you to learn: everything happens to end.
An impressive poem, my friend!
Everything continues in another sphere ...
Maybe...
Excellent
Thank you tony !
You're welcome
Repleat with great lines (I'm just a rebel talking to angels, suck the bitter milk of destiny, life is just a subway platform where we're waiting for the day to come) Great write
Thank you for your interest !
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