His insides lurch,
Agonizing still,
Thunder struck,
And hail fell.
A shard of ice
Pierces through
The hot blooded veins.
And the poet screams!
'Relieve this pain!'
Through the congealed blood
The ice creeps,
Reaches the heart,
And it turns blue
And it hurts like hell,
An icy hell…
And the poet screams!
'This is not me!'
Fire burns
But is it enough?
The fire of love
It is not enough.
So the poet screams!
'I will not be!'
Days come by
And the poet's core
Freezes down
Furthermore
He loves the pain,
He enjoys the ice,
And after years,
He no longer screams
After years,
The poet dreams...
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ReplyDeletei have the honor to comment first.
the student wonders
will he ever cure his teacher's wounds
will he ever be the warmth in his teachers core
will he ever be his teachers relief?
he sure is trying and wants to try
for the student is hurt seeing his teacher in love with his wounds.
the student is desperate, wants to find a way to conquer the poet in a healing bubble.
and finally the student wonders:
is he one of the poet's dreams ?
-you know who i am, your one and only stubborn student.
god its wonderful..ur good!!
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, indeed I know who you are, and I think by now u understand your teacher's pain!
ReplyDeletenanoos... thnks a lot for ur comment! : )