Thursday, 16 February 2012

The Silent Cry



Stealthily walking around the enclosed room
Dressed in the handsomest clothes
Trying to corner me and have his way.
To take me to his palace of painless,
He has come.

I was promised my share of joy-
Small packets of happiness.
But was betrayed by you
I know not why.
You pushed me to the edge,
Left me unloved,
Wailing over the broken swear
I stood there all alone.
  
He may be dark and vicious,
No different than you.
Come right away and rescue me,
Before I come under his spells:
Never to return to you.

You may have broken promises ,
But never my heart.
I’m a flute, hollow inside
But has music within.
Waiting for you to create 
the lost melody of the past 
once again.
Save me, Oh dear one
From my own sins.
 Before he engulfs me,
 Show me your face once:
So could see those eyes 
before I go.

I need you to hold me the last time
Before he pulls me away.
Away from you, from your presence
To the land of the dead
And the damned,
For all eternity.

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