Between life, death and rebirth
There's a chill of disorder
A hymn for order
And shapeless emptiness.
Between dawn, daylight and nightfall There's a colourless hope
An oozing ambition
And certain despair.
Between my parents, their lineage and fate
There's an unspeakable anguish
A calculated accident
And paler poetry,that is I.
Between the world, life and myself ,
There's a thin void of possibility
Surrounded by a barbed wire of aims
And my attempting hands to unearth
The promised hero passed down for me.
There's a chill of disorder
A hymn for order
And shapeless emptiness.
Between dawn, daylight and nightfall There's a colourless hope
An oozing ambition
And certain despair.
Between my parents, their lineage and fate
There's an unspeakable anguish
A calculated accident
And paler poetry,that is I.
Between the world, life and myself ,
There's a thin void of possibility
Surrounded by a barbed wire of aims
And my attempting hands to unearth
The promised hero passed down for me.
But there’s frostbite in my hands
That obscures the warmth
That my embrace can offer
There's rust in my lips
That seals the vigour
My tongue can utter.
There's dust over my mind
That looms over the sparks
My visions can emit
There's restraint upon my chest
That condemns all the love
My heart can permit..
Between life, myself, and the world,
time like an ever rolling stream
bears all its sons away
They fly forgotten
as a dream dies at the opening day
I swim away
enjoying the cold breeze
of one cold morning.
- M.
