An Adornment

I am a creation of art,

An awe-inspiring beauty,

Filled with everlasting appeal,

But death was the price

 

I hang as an adornment,

Trapped,

Ambushed,

Tortured

 

Savoring the compliments,

The whoring evil genius,

Altered my being,

My joy

 

I’m lifeless,

I’m numb,

Feeling neither joy nor sadness,

Responding to the calls of my ancestor’s time

 

Bottling the desire to lead my days,

As I want,

Where I want,

How I want

 

I miss kissing the elastic breeze,

I miss dancing in the loving storm,

I miss the interminable sunrise quarrel,

From the colorful birds in half-lighted days

 

Apoplectic rage fills the air,

From the trees standing like a pack of mourners,

They bore witness as violence tumbled down,

Everything and everyone is battered down

 

 

 

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