A Delicate Aster
The below is a poem i wrote. This is very much derived from my personal experiences. As such, i had written this poem with such true emotions, it so close to my heart.
Behind the incessant mirth of a thousand,
A life is in recluse
An arduous journey has begun
The peace and joy to lose.
They scorn, they ridicule
What a malignant visage
Akin to a snowstorm
Nonchalant,
Battering a homeless child
So much unprepared.
Thus i fall
A spiralling delve
Into the abysmal depth
Of melancholy, Of denial.
With myth and reality entwined,
Such a struggle.
All are but a blur picture
I see it yet i see not
Things to retrieve,
A vanishing dream.
Ceasing to falter,
That’s elusive.
Still i remain in my path
So perverse that it always seems
For resolutions i hold so deep
My pride, my proud,
These i shall not be without.
But the misery so entrenched
The spirit sunk so low
It often an indelible engraving
Here to plague my soul.
Tired and warped, thus
Disillusionment i seek.
The long awaited answer
Where lies the heart complete.
There it’ll be, a delicate aster
Among the thousand, a breakaway laughter.
May 29th, 2006 at 8:25 pm
cool sia….even tho i dont really understand the poem but have to clap clap…”incessant mirth”…haha…chim…wad does dat mean?
June 12th, 2006 at 3:06 am
hey gal… finally saw ur blog… Great poem! I love it!
Juz wanna say… don’t give up on your dreams! One can never be sure of what lies ahead, so we should just live without regrets.
August 7th, 2006 at 10:24 pm
hey! wow, that’s a really cool poem..*salutes!:) write more next time ok? and things will be better and better…take care dear..