I write so I can breathe. I am constantly evolving, mindless at times, frustrating even perhaps but heck, I wouldn't change the smell of freedom that comes with writing.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Triumph

A throbbing ache lights up
deep within my heart
as my final gulps of life I breathe
a twinge of desire rises and recedes
…marked upon every page
of a life that accepted not confinement
within regimes of social desires.

My arrogance, that defied
conventions of decadence and spite
stands today amongst all,
triumphant and free.

What lies within my heart is not
an invitation for discussion.
I will roam the realms of life
alone, laughing at those
who thought I would lie
defeated and bed-ridden
diseased by the idiosyncrasies
of this lesser mortal life.


Copyright Sandy@2010

6 comments:

  1. A new day colorful and charming.A new ray of hope,new desires and new ventures.Wowie well written!!!

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  2. Nice poem filled with hope and looking-ahead...

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