Tuesday, April 17, 2007

What am I

Not conforming
to the style of dignity
Not revealing
the taste og honest deformity
Not saying
the moan of a despicable heart
Not trying
to convince liar, sympathy, truth
Not singing
the song of tempestuous weeping
Not seeing
the beauty of life's scenery

just [ empty ]








Lift your cap
Throw away the sighs
Raise your head
See, sunset skies


Goodnight, darkness
Farewell, haltering spies
Crawls in security
Kiss sorrow goodbye





Pick up strings of hope
Lace into your shoes
Tie with courage
Stand tall
Run