Where I go, if I need,
to learn the caresses melancholic,
shadows where I grew up little by little,
'cause don't have strength to deny nostalgia.
Where do I go, if I'm missing,
take every piece of my miseries profound,
dwelling in an isolation un-destined,
like an insomnia bubbling fragile, sensitive.
Don't know, where to go,
as if in an asleep tired fragrance,
wandering like a shade aimlessly unsettled,
to get defeats amid obstacles in thorny ways,
following the dashed uncertain lost dreams.
Author notes
pictures
http://www.flickr.com/photos/abro/1725533254/ (living with shadows)
A contest entry
- #47 Contest by Walk-Free.
400 points, ended May 14, 9 entries
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Comments
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ooh.. i honestly loved this.
i loved the way you repeated the question of where to go, because it made me feel how confused you were.
i always look out for strong endings that'll stick to me after I finished reading a poem.
"Don't know, where to go,
as if in an asleep tired fragrance,
wandering like a shade aimlessly unsettled,
to get defeats amid obstacles in thorny ways,
following the dashed uncertain lost dreams."
brilliant stuff
thanks and all the best
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