Monday, October 6, 2014

Curtailed Thoughts

My mind yearns to fly,
Like the sparrow in the sky.
It used to wander as it please,
Before falling down an "abyss".

All thoughts converted
In poetry, I have reverted.
Hoping to remain undetected
By the Master, I instated. 

No other channels are free,
Almost everywhere you see.
Misconstrued, misinterpreted
Misunderstood, unappreciated.

In hopes of concealment,
Poems are how I lament.
Here found no words of adornment,
Just my feelings at the very moment.

Misconstrued are my feelings.
Misinterpreted are my airings.
Misunderstood is what I thought.
Unappreciated, the rest of the lot.

Will fights go on forever?
When will my love be over?
The former, I hope sooner.
The latter, I hope never.



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