-:Voice of a nocturnal heart:-

Sitting at my nightly window-cell
for hours, such long hours of mine
gathering mere letters, my reluctant heart doth spell,
musing the world laughin’ and cryin’.
 
I lose my sense in the heavenly dark beauty-
never but unaware of evil and humanity.
The evillest of man lamenting upon himself!
The heaven reflects back my own dark reality.

I find myself in broad daylight-mirror wall
and get praised to be the best of all
but sometimes I must thank the nights I guess
for they never let reveal my most inhumane face.

Certainly, it's no one's fault being so bad a man
and man would condemn the past for sure
for he knows, he would be someone else's past,
spreading 'sprouting' seeds of sins as a cure.

How confidently could I lie myself !
Willing not to be discovered ever;
mustn't I forget my dark self -
invisible, but trapped in the nocturnal mirror.

My contrasting natures aren't eternal, I see !
Soon someday I'll crave for my death,
a death whose cause would be none but me, only me
still lying myself, with a false faith.

Someday lying at my grave-hill's peak
for hours, all long hours I would be owning,
gathering words, words my heart would then speak;
and gaze the world smiling, weeping, enjoying.


Comments

Clarice Hare's picture
There is something really interesting here but I feel like it needs polishing. Right away in the first stanza the formal, archaic “doth” and the modern, slangy “laughin’ and cryin’” (which seems to be forced in order to rhyme with “mine”, which is never good) clash to my ear. But the emotion seems genuine and I think you should definitely keep writing!

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