O light, o shining light of day,
With much zeal I come to morn glow,
Hope, silent, I wish you to stay,
For you are whom I used to know.
Hitherto immense fear encompassed me,
Size as uncontained; boundless as the sea,
Your light dost illuminat my frail face,
I ask, nay, I beg, grant me sincere grace.
Burdensome is the living tomb,
Confined by bars of flesh and bone,
Bind me together like a loom,
Free from this old body of stone.
I succumbed to utter desolation,
Snared by virulent imagination,
Constrained, bounded, by meager consciousness,
I wish- fragmented shard of blessedness.
Sever the tether; break the chains,
Release me from internal bonds,
I ask for sooth; free what remains,
I wish to see the pond and fronds.
World wanes; is lost in dreadful twilight,
Mournful winds; mocking shadows come at night,
Repressed by inter' and exter' oppressions;
Curse by innumerable depressions.
O light, o shining light of day,
With much zeal I come to morn glow,
Hope, silent, I wish you to stay,
For you are whom I used to know-
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Book of Dreams
PoetryThis is going to be a poem collection: some happy, some sad, and other to make you wonder. Each one has been rooted in some kind of dream I had or just a thought bubble I've been stuck on. Please give feedback, it would be the best way for me to imp...
