My little devils
Lost my head in the twirling gap of this ideal I had;Blaming 18th century writers won't relieve the indigestion;
A ring binding two people -
oh! - how it fooled with my mind!
How it filled up my time (which should've been so precious).
Feel so empty now, yet I thought
that I was fighting for a cause.
Now that we're here, there's no way to turn back
or chase the opposite direction.
Another me was ready, was running towards us,
but me! Oh no - not me. I'm clinging to my past, my home.
Like a kitten not willing to be pushed in a pound.
Panicking and now there's no one around!
I thought I knew nature's ways, but thunder became so silent -
it made me beg for noise!
Now all I do is run around - breaking every clock I find,
push the arrows back with the strength of a hurricane.
Saying 'yes' was a game. A dream. A nightmare.
How could I throw my youth away?
I'm startled.
They just rip it all out:
all I had, all I can't leave out of my own will.
Cutting bonds - but the strings are my arms
and the blood is my oxygen.
While my ideals are my little devils,
pushing me towards them and taking only what I've given,
although without my permission...
Poetry by Francesca Georgia Luca
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Written on 2006-12-15 at 20:12
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