In silence I descry,
Stuck in in this island of insanity In desperation I bring,
A heart full of desire,
And morbid conformity.
The glint in my eyes all but gone
The magic in life,
My souls' norm,
Slithered from my very arm's,
Withered in my very palms.
Affirmations to my role in this life,
Are here and there,
Though blithe and rare.
Crawled from me yonder,
Tis' sad tis'eerie.
Living under death's very aegis,
A utopia flown away,
In an abyss cold and lost,
Like Atlantis tis' unseen,
Yet not impossible,
Tis' my hope.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
Song Of The Muses.
कविताErato, ancient keeper of the golden arts . Whisper tales from eons lost. Remind us mortals of stories lost throughout the ages ,remembered only by you,the muses.
