a piece of prose

By Usayd

I don’t write prose because it’s harder to hide
Pretend these words have a deeper meaning inside.

Riddles and mixed messages are what I promote
Like telling you my mind is tied to a rope
Running down that non-existent hill
with hopes to witness the morning chill.

The lines between fantasy and reality are blurred
Fatality appears to be my favourite word
With every action, pain incurs
so I no longer listen nor am I heard.

How can I remember when I can’t forget
Cold, but somehow not cold enough yet
The frost melts as the sun rises
The sand scarred with shut eyelids.

Honesty is key to ending this
The truth unlocks a vast abyss
Neverending
Profound
Ignorance -
destroys bliss.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, June 10th, 2008 at 3:37 am / 05 Jumada al-Thanni 1429AH and is filed under Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

3 Responses to “a piece of prose”

  1. running out of these Says:
    June 10th, 2008 at 7:06 pm

    You are just one great big riddle. Oh and your always…maybe not understood but defiantly heard :)

  2. running out of these Says:
    June 10th, 2008 at 7:06 pm

    *always heard ;)

  3. pink Says:
    July 26th, 2008 at 5:25 pm

    ohhh… i was looking forward to something new up here. no pressure ;)

Leave a Reply