in the middle of a forest i wrote this


i miss you

for knowledge lost, i dither
a sabled being on ignorance way
i gambol hither and thither
in search of true words to say

my freedom now tastes so bitter
darkening lungs, night and day
an illusioned end leaves me in jitters
what road leads me not to decay?

i sleep and i slip to tatters
now i wished that my dreams would stay
in truth and not with a tongue that flatters,
be with me now and without delay









Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2007-05-31 at 11:08

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