A mystery of Misery
I, had it once before this;
A misery of empty paces-
Filled with nothing
counting out the twinkling moments,
it never last
as the winding clock goes on.
I, had it once again after all;
Another mimic game awaits-
The blue swallows
had return to the land
after a long starving cold winter.
A mystery,
or another misery had yet to know.
Spring was short;
The Peonies bloomed
for just a day
it never waits to meet the eyes;
Heaven was Haeven
A fool. Impersonator.
Blinded blankly;
In the Darkness
the Light was prayed for.
Hope was not betrayed
for the last second before
a footstep
was printed on the earth.
Summer arrived;
The Frozen Land
was melted
by the ray of a dancing flare.
The Squirrels
had started to gather the acorns;
Once again,
A misery of mystery awaits.
Heoulki
Aug,2007
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Another piece of my work. This is one of my uncomplete work, which I couldn’t finish. I started composing this poem last month on the feelings of depress and sad. As written in the first 3 stanzas, I guess you can feel that it’s all about depressions and disappointments, but somehow the 4th stanza has stated that there’s still some hope around. I didn’t manage to finish the poem that time due to some reasons, and today, I had forgotten all the inspirations I’d got for that day. So, I just added the last stanza as an ending, stating that the miseries never end, and future is always a mystery.
Is it a Misery of Mysteries or rather, a Mystery of Miseries?
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