Monday, 28 December 2009

Reverse


As I watched her gaze into the invisible with troubled eyes

Her thoughts run the golden race of curiosity

Her heart and soul seeks the understanding of her newness

The answers seems to be incomplete with uncertainty


Silent moments and dark nights of the past

Glaring sun rise and the warmth of her smile

The sudden transit made her heart skip fast

Yet, it brought about an unfulfilling reply


It wrote a letter describing the new heart beat

Its light gave the feeling like flying with eagle wings

The feeling lasted at vital moments and then fades

Like biting on her skin, she felt its burning stings


The black skin has been living in a lie

Years gone by, with marks of the past

Thus, it has been renewed with a blunder

Her soul pleads and yearns to live and not to die


For Lord of whom she prays, she seeks contrition

It began to grow, the detestation of the newness

Preferring the blameless non-satisfaction

Like a child to man, the newness cannot be reversed.

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