Friday, November 12, 2010

Remorse

Seeing the boundaries
I turn away
They call to me
They cry my name
But not in vain
I'm too afraid to go

I look across
Inviting
Beautiful
Melodies drift lazily to me
I must turn away

To go
To be free
To reach spiritual bliss
I'm told it's false
I stop
I must turn away

I feel proud
I stand tall
Though I still long to go
I regret
But I had to turn away

They smile at me
Empty smiles
For they, too, turned away
Now none of us know
The truth of that land

I turn back
I see nothing
But regret

[1997]
By -

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

deciduous trees' leaves

deciduous trees' leaves are  tiny palms begging sunlight from the sky before they wither and die as the tree curls up to hibernate for t...

  • high-coup
    poets: join forces arm yourselves, and then light up this is a high-coup
  • to my canadian poetry peeps
    dear canada, you are safe your indigenous are almost forgotten your white guilt sheds crocodile tears a fresh wave of immigrant colonizers c...
  • short-fuse at the ball
    Click on the post title if you don't see the content