Better You Batter me Better you batter me , Kill me or let me die Oleander has no time ,you see To read my poem or to tell me Hi I was born free to write my poems But now I am in chain I wait for my Oleander to bloom when the sky weeps in rain. She has no time to share my sky No time my passions to cajole Emptiness dawns on my soul My passions go barren and dry. I sit this evening with an empty coffee mug She once told me to close my eye To see her countenance She promised me to be with me and wont never let my royal dreams die. A little badge of life she gave me that day my dear Oleander, How that small moment too flickers out today I simply wonder and wonder. Now neon lights dazzle the eye the older street lamps feel very shy My Oleanders soft voice is missing When the aroma fills my poetic sky. I am baked in the furnace of sorrow I wait with my poem and poets never die.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 15:44:04 +0000
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