PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Face flat to the floor,

there are locks in every door,

constant struggle and rampage are about,

in the clarity of your eyes,

ill would like to clean my mind,

power to convert the rain and dark clouds,

to simply rainbows,

a special link

to the wounded object within my chest,

you provide the link

to heal and re connect

the veins detached

I would like for my soul to purify,

yet with your words

I come close to the point,

venom in mind,

dissolves like water in sugar in due time,

if I had wings and would be able to fly,

every day a personal hi,

mind in process of cleaning,

leaning to a downfall position,

yet doing the best I can,

to stand up straight,

if a word of power and care ness would be vacant,

I would probable fall to an unknown place,

not knowing the warmth of a human face,

invisible hovering this place,

my bed a great wooden case,

no circulation within my veins,

simply thoughts through my head,

yet a voice is visible,

storm in full capacity it pours,

yet only need that substance,

walk through the rain,

the link my umbrella and armor

against the heavy rain,

and also the protector

of the venom creeping to my brain,

the special plasma passing through my veins,

settling in the object

first form in mothers belly,

the first tunes from my being

to let mother know,

your son is ready to grow