Make me feel as if this is all worth it. I don't need empty promises and half-hearted excuses. I need you to be there.... Until then, when You can make my world a Wonderland, I will lean on the shoulder of my inner self.
Alone in this marble hallway.
" I am tired of this life, I am tired of these lies."
A sterile world, wiped clean each day by a long night's unrest, and dampned by evening rain. Across to the other wall a gilded frame reflects this scene in an effort to lock Sorrow betwixt His today and tomorrow. In His hand He holds His heart clinging to something He so desperately needs to let go.
" Where is mother and father? Where is..."
A single sound falls to His ear, He looks up no one is there. He looks to the mirror and there He is. A strange yet familiar figure crossing the boundary that keeps us at bay and stretching out Hope encased in the mortal extensions that are called to return to dust.
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-04-29 at 05:32
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Take my gold and Gift me with Ennui
Poor little one,Alone in this marble hallway.
" I am tired of this life, I am tired of these lies."
A sterile world, wiped clean each day by a long night's unrest, and dampned by evening rain. Across to the other wall a gilded frame reflects this scene in an effort to lock Sorrow betwixt His today and tomorrow. In His hand He holds His heart clinging to something He so desperately needs to let go.
" Where is mother and father? Where is..."
A single sound falls to His ear, He looks up no one is there. He looks to the mirror and there He is. A strange yet familiar figure crossing the boundary that keeps us at bay and stretching out Hope encased in the mortal extensions that are called to return to dust.
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
Read 740 times
Written on 2006-04-29 at 05:32
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