DEATHLAND

To be a poet

Is truly a wonderful feeling

We glide across 

Words louder

Than the seas stormy

Yet we are weakened

Unnoticed

Unheard

Lost among the million heads

At the theaters

At the cafes

In the stolen alleyways

To others

We are curious explorers

The explorations for us

A path to freedom.

We poets then descend

Our feet touches the ground

The ones around us think us mad

We smile with pain

The tears catches at the edges

We hope they do not see

We hope they do not feel.

To hear every gasp of the world

Is a curse

The pain broken branches

And forgotten lamposts

Secluded archways

Feel.

We exist feebly

Seeing within

The expressions

The flourishes

The matted hairs

The soft screams.

Sometimes

We are haunted

With images

That seem like dreams

Where the street on where we walk

Become the stages

Of our Last Act.

Persistent

We are possessed 

Gladly we depart

Swimming over this earth

Until all the dew of the morn

Look like tears that the petals shed

Silently

Before they had to pretend

To be beautiful

Before the robins came.

To blossom

When their nectar was lost

To the nurture of others.

All the city lights

They look like lamps

That were lit up

Ghosts of all the times

Men were denied

Forgottened to be rescued

In the millions of wars

That the world fought

Only we can see the ruins.

The noise

Of laughter

Glee

Of music that the others hear

Seem to be 

Screams

Cries

Attempts to be happy

Smiles of aching beings

Last trials

To look through

The ghastly figures

That stand over them

Marred and crying

When they dance with their heads thrown back

Their feet slip

To the edges of

Deathland.

The endless woods

Depthless waters

The sidewalks that are adorned

With flowers that remember

How we danced and sung to them

When we were young

Seemed to be the salvation

Unseeked

Unknown

The mysteries

That men wander about

For decades

Years

The images that they saw

Through their tears

And the red 

The black 

The blue

Alas they are seen

They will be seen

They will be seen

When we lie in bed

When we throw up our screaming heads

When we beg our god

For another hour

For another day

To seek salvation

To avenge pain

We are not unheard

Only but when we look down

From our place among the stars

Do we see

The endless woods

The depthless waters

The sidewalks that sung

Of salvation.