
One day I carried my dream in my hands
In my sleep and walked with it in my illusion
Searching for a strength that had vanished long ago
But I did not search for it in the folds of my body
So I beg you, my Lord, to have mercy on the weakness that invaded my eyelids
And settled in the back of my head, stealing my sleep
And in the midst of peace was my dream, so it became a chord in my melody
And do not leave me in my despair, lest my star be lost
If sadness rises up against me, will it make me cry with my tears?
And if it leaves me, will my dream settle in my hands?
And began to pounce like a beast on my regret
And thus my pain was set free and began to roam freely in my body
So I cried from the tears of the rain and your injustice, my cloud, saddened me
Because you forgot a wound that was nothing to me but an imaginary darkness
Suddenly, my daily wound, settled in my being and became a dark longing
For nostalgia ignited a volcano fire inside me with my lava
It is too late to save you, my flesh
Because the fire ran through my body and scattered my rhythm
So it became impossible for me to return to my sleep
O dream that melted in my chest
Rest assured, the hour of relief is near, so climb my ladder
And take from it a star whose light used to remove my worries
And do not say ah, lest what is in my chest of regret overtakes you?
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.



Comments (1)
Such a powerful lesson in this poem.