With heaven above and hell below,
She walks on rope at a pace slow.
Hanging on pendulum of life’s clock,
She swings, to and fro off the block.
I wish she could land,
And walk on sand.
But she likes to fly,
Fluttering in oblivion with open eye.
Deep into the ocean of darkness,
And far into the lands of nothingness.
High above the clouds of obsession,
She walks on rope, out of marauder’s possession.
Down with the head cold,
She walks at the grace from her heart of gold.
Pitch black darkness in the room of thought,
Lethargic heart, beating for reasons unsought.
Lying in peace, with no reasons to appease,
A sleeping beauty or a lady with disease???
A coma struck her brain, her life,
Yet she walks with her heart on strife.
4 comments:
Did not get it
U asss, this is a poem on a beautiful lady down with a coma.
The girl is really pretty and she is battling for her life...... widout even knowing she is battling.....
Lethargic heart, beating for reasons unsought.
fab...totally fab!! :)
Maybe the grief that it must have portrayed did not come through...
Not one of ur best works... at least not on my fav list :-P
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