Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The Prisoner

A flock of robins flies above me,
as some fallen nuts touch my grieving soul.

The wind brings a quiet message to me, saying,
to be in the world is both to be empty and full.

No one truly understands my emptiness; it is mine alone.
Perhaps, the way of things, is nothingness, I'm forlorn!

I fear death, but I also fear love
for love, sometimes, is the graveyard of promises.

In our memory, you tell me that love is,
the only noble reason why I am still, or alone.

Love is great but man destroys himself
like a hungry fool in search of his soul.