Pieces of me

Who I am? I do not know.
But take my hand - I'll try to show.

See that beautiful white dove?
It's my love.
He has flown away in sky
And said: "Good-bye".

See that gloomy knight with blade?
It's my hate.
No mercy, no grace
On his face.

He holds in hands a newborn -
It's my scorn.
Whom it will become, who knows?
But it grows.

See a girl from all aside?
She who dressed all in white,
Therefore she looks like bride -
It's my pride.

See that shining piece of ice,
Whose reflections blinds your eyes?
It is melting, slow and hard...
It's my heart.

See in air a pale ghost?
It's invisible almost,
And appears to disappear -
It's my fear.

Look in skies, you see a star?
It's unattainable and far.
Sometimes things ain't what they seem -
It's my dream.

See the scattered darkness clots?
It's my thoughts.
They chaotically jump -
What a dump!

One more thing I have not told -
See a cloud, dark and cold?
Many clouds, but it's sole -
It's my soul...

I hope now you can see -
Will gather pieces - it is me.








Poetry by Black Knight
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Written on 2005-11-05 at 19:44

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Gloomy but beautiful in everything - images, rhymes, flow
2005-11-05