People's existence

People's unending existence
can't be restricted inside walls.

Their existence
flows like a river-far and wide.
wakes up the beasts of forever
runs through adventures
involves herself in combats.

Their existence
reluctantly jumps out of book pages
she is a product of vivid imagination
along with a touch of magic
a touch of magic we forget to
draw on the sketch of our life.

Their existence
drags herself on dirty floors
and,like a new born baby
crawls and crawls
until she turns her face up to the sunny sky
and faces the difficulty of being alive
of walking in isolated paths
where it is always night.




Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-07-14 at 12:35

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
our written creations are given birth through many trials and times of pain. they are born and then take a life of their own. I enjoyed your poem very much. kathy
2009-07-14