Eyes closed,
Drawing me to the hurtful joy
Excavating deep buried soul
I once was
and you once had,
Goosebump,
The flashes and fantasy
Raw and Agility
Sudden staring at the ceiling
Widen as never been
Pondering on the fate resign
The familiar agitating longing
baring similitude of Dante's "La Vita Nuova".
Once again, the mere contemplation
To brace the hand of oblivion
To dive in the Drink of Despair
And watch if the light gets Greener
If he'll ever be the Key Master
If roses filled the empty land
Conquered! but to learn
it was fooled with Confederate rose
The soul once known
was estranged at once
Where the diver gets deeper
The despair gets heavier
When the next dawn arrived
Turned a face passed by
Sudden loath
Insignificant, invisible, unexist
like a puny little insect
on an estranged land
like a lost girl
filling tears in the ocean of despair.
-Estella the Wondrous-
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