spray paint upon the wall
till light steals away it all
cry laughs of a time bygone
till the air can't carry it on.
Ride through the wild forest shires
through dead leaves and naked fires
Till the day asks for a break
sips a drink up, down the lake
Torch of stone in hands ablaze
The right of wrong in hands betrayed
I have seen it in those eyes
Colored truth over white lies
You murmur your excuse
As i bleed into disuse
Cant even let out an angry shout
the words crumble within my mouth
Leaving out through the door
Walking into my indoor
Looking up with a weary eye
at darkness hitching through the sky
lets out a painful empty roar
the cat caught inbetween my writhen door
With the silver lining on its feet
Fading away with the reigning sleet
Lives like these alike and known
laying in our cozy home
And as the light bleed out of the den
The spray is speaking my words again.
-him.
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Evocative and dramatic. But opaque, as far as meaning goes, for me.
Yes at first glance it might seem unintelligible cause it tries to reflect the mind's opacity. But u might learn more thru it over careful rereads.
Mind you - troubled minds are full of haze and not even an observer can peer much through that.
Rather than trying to peer through it try to feel it, For I have portrayed its texture and not its form.
I like the words, i think i need to read it a few more times to make all the connections
yeda yeda hi dharmasya ... hehe
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