Standing alone at the end of a cliff
Feeling the power of the wind
Lonesome and sorrowful wanted to lift
My body swayed and made rescind
A vulture was soaring high above my head
Its screech reminded the hubbub of the world
Crowd sounds in my ear like molten lead
Their pointing fingers like piercing sword
The earth stood still underneath my feet
The edgy rocks making my feet bleed
No more friends or support to greet
No one to listen my rescue plead
My shoulders burdened with responsibilities
The chilly mountain breeze darkened my beacon of hope
There were no climax, no opportunities
My heart ached, my brain pounded which I couldn’t cope
I fell from the top tumbling till bottom
I wasn’t hurt but my heart was
The river at low reminded it was not yet autumn
It reflected my image with hope and born with a cause
I stood up straight, cleaned the dirt off of me
To tell the world I am reborn again
The life was new which I could foresee
There were still things to lose and gain
Strength and passion burning in my blood
My rebirth was new blooming bud.
- Author: AYESHABEG ( Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2010 14:20
- Comment from author about the poem: story of a chained life setting itself free..
- Category: Short story
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