Is there anyone here
who could let me in?
I stand as an outsider,
in the rain,
despite years of toil
to get accepted into
the various dreams I weaved,
saving some as songs,
many more as visions of grandeur,
and nightmares to bore my soul.
They let me breathe in my sleep.
The deep sighs
whistle through the stale air
over my bed,
like the breeze at a beach
carrying the salt of my existence
to an isle afar where
proud n loud neon billboards scream.
Free entry for all, they say,
but caution: Kids at play!
-- Leslie Xavier
2 comments:
Emotional poem
Good!
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