Anguished morning comes again <br />As my heart pounds the same old sad beat <br />Flawed; the sun can no longer give me warmth <br />For I even shiver in my sleep <br />Still, I feel the blaze of the fire <br />This cruel reality I feed it with my dreams <br /> <br />Yet when you look at me, you only see me smile <br />Not betraying the sorrow in my soul <br />Sealing my lips, preventing blood from pouring down <br />Ripping my tongue off, not to scream a proof of desperation <br /> <br />When I taste the bitterness of this life <br />I plea for more and laugh <br />Crying my way to death <br />And I’m standing in the darkness <br />Contemplating how life can be so steep <br />Why never there was a guiding light <br />Only cold-blooded hands that cut so deep <br />Still, I see the blaze of the fire <br />This cruel reality I feed it with my dreams <br />And when there’s nothing left <br />I’ll take the ashes and coat my face <br />Moaning the loss of me<br /><br />Spiros Mar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flawed-7/
