IN THE MIDIST OF THE DARK
In the midist of the dark I lay
Thoughts ‘creamed’ with indignation, indifference was all to say
How could it be?
That the prince, comfort could not see
Had a curse befallen him?
A curse so evil that he could not beam
for what had he to pay?
In the palm of his hand his face lay
So when the king saw him, he heard his thoughts clear
His boy no longer knew fear
A boy in their eyes, a man in my thoughts
Penny for your thoughts?
NO! NO! NO!
I play games no more
Oh yes my heart was sore but no more
In his silence the king had rescued me
I was ignorant of it, but I rode the escalator to where I should be
I saw pain I knew struggle
The mouth would rather have a success tongue caressing it, but hot water it will never want to gaggle
When the world was almost ending, I was given an extension
So maybe I could not give excuses like a kid in detention
Voluptuously, opportunity looked so beautiful like womanly breasts
So I grabbed her with both hands
That one day I will reap my harvest with millions of diameter 15cm rubber bands.
NB: I wrote this poem a couple of months ago. I will admit I can relate to it, but since poems are free, you can interprete it in any way you like enjoy and happy weekend.:D