YiN & yANg
You cannot Control what plays on T.V. channels
But you have a remote Control to change the channel.
Recalling the imprisonment from harsh shackles
Merciless, Lonely, Invisible.
A daily bite from the bullet ant.
Separate entities, they've grown as a part of me.
My dear old Friend.
My unreliable string to sanity:
My subsequent remedy.
My very own Ares
Ironic, don't you agree?
Oh, how these torturous thoughts,
are keeping me afloat.
Gray matter, you amaze even the stars in the sky.
You thrust me towards the ground
Yet impel me back to my judgement.
Yes, the thing I could never abandon
Is my thoughts.
Still, I eagerly await
The consistent roller coaster.
My subsequent remedy
—My very success,
My very being.
I know how to love you now
( 0 )
I know how to use you for good
But oh, how dangerous you might be
If you might fall into the wrong hands.
The man lies still under six feet
But lingers in me
Yes, a trustworthy string
But another shipped away
.Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Backed with my steadfast ardor
.But My friend, you would not tell with such high zest.
The girl lies in bed,
Staring at nothing.
She sees butterflies around her
But they always fly away.
So she admires their beauty and commemoration.
At least she still has herself,
Like the trees have sunlight.
Until nighttime comes.
But in the darkness, the girl admires the nightingale.
She wishes to be a nightingale,
And wonders why
the world cannot be a tree for only nightingales.
Sometimes, the moon might appear red or black,
But alas, the sun rises again for the butterflies to roam.
Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity.