What the soul lets free is not often seen by the naked eye. With the ink however, it is on paper clear as sky.
Poisonous flame sneaks into the vein
Without a claim, you stay the same
Until it's late, you see it rain
Over your head, as a storming wave.
How to deal, how to cope you drain
Every thought from your brain.
With no success, you carry the pain
To the grave, in silent daze.
A wish creeps in all the same
To fight, to win and overcome the harm
However, in vain since, it's late...too late.
THE BEACONING CRAVED PATH
Flowery path extended ahead
Beaconing the heart and soul to follow
More than once I advanced
Picking up the shimmery petals
With stealth my feet traced the gaudy line
Till its end and fell, from total beauty
To disastrous grounds, where every flower
Turned to ashy dust, heaving the soul
From the body out to the darkened maze
Shadowy emptiness unveiled by the drop
Where no sane would venture in life.
Something so fine
It might seem to the blind
But not to the mind
Of someone kind
Too careful to bind
With hidden forms
Of traitorous tones,
Feelings or bounds
That is the idol
Of all mother born
That seek refuge
From ruthless foes.