I am a believer and I am an optimist;
a grey hall, filled with a rainbow mist
My past is dark and my future is bright;
the night is so dead, long live the light
Yet the thought is honest and it is true;
mood is always the darkest hew of blue
#english #poem #poetry #desire #guilt #regret #hope #life
My memories, opening the musty book;
time passes so fast, a fast flowing brook
Faces and images pass by and blurry;
nostalgia is chaos and chaos in a flurry
Within the chaos, bitter conflict is a must;
all the treacheries and the little bit of trust
Pushing open the window into past;
I recall everything, the first and the last
So many butterflies riding the sun beams;
yet they are ugly, nightmares and dreams
The womb is very warm and it is so secure;
but the shelter is a curse when death is sure
Life is always a glass half filled, it is quite right;
darkness always sighs with a promise so bright
Sorrows and joys, a long and tiring queue;
more of the former than latter, it’s so true
Within each light, resides a dark shadow;
perched on the tower of hope – a black crow
I am the prophet of hope, a seer of visions;
regret is a sharp throb, all the bad decisions
The wounded birds, I make them fly again;
they always leave a parting gift – a cold pain
I cannot be a savior, it is just a false belief;
no pleasure in the pain, just a cold dark grief
I tread new paths; the dark forbidden places;
the spirit of adventure, leaving dark traces
Sin is the wisdom and virtue so damn bland;
the sense of curiosity, burning and so grand
Desire is clear water, regret is the muddy silt;
I always pay the price – the soiled coins of guilt
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