i can't do that...

[anirbas]

this world, the one the lacerated
soles of my soul at this moment does trod,
leaving symbolic prints of blood blossoming
sterile flowers in my convoluted wake...

this world, I cannot change...
but change me, it has...
and all you have to do
to know that,
is to look
at the bottom
of my spirit's
cane thrashed feet...

this world, I cannot change...
but have lived to rue the days
I've been beaten down and stomped
upon for trying to make it a happier place...

this world, I cannot change...
it is a world mired in stasis...
dying long before my feet
landed upon it's surface...
colony collapse syndrome
is in full egress and progress
in this world, I cannot change...

but, I can sprout metaphorical wings...
and leave this embattled with emptiness
world as far behind as I can...
for to stay, is to die along with this world...
I'm a survivor...I can't do that...I've always fought to live...

[Sam]

Freedom will ring...someday...
good will be the victor
denying evil it's final bow...
Wipe your blood stained hands
and dry your tears...
Nothing has really changed
in this world where we live...
Generations will come
and go on as before...
complaining and griping
in love and at war....


Sam

[anirbas]

gigglegigglegoodmorning, Samara! ;D
on what you said and wrote...
i know that's right...thanks
for sharing a wise and
well poemed gem,
within the microcosmic
world of this thread...
LOL...sign me out
as down not out,
list me as wounded not dead...
patient with this very moment...
but not decaying and putrifying in it...
just breathe, breathe, breathing through it...
and waiting for the final minute of this phase
of the dark mission of hostage reclamation
to hit go and spin from thought into action...
but, first I've got to eat and take a catnap...LOL...
Be having a wonderful Thursday, Sam! I'm working on it...t-he...