Here is somthing I found rummaging through my stuff. Its a poem I did back when I was in first year. I dont really know what I was subconciously thinking when I wrote this. My mom said it was a really sad poem. I think I remember being inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's "the Raven". Its quite long, I think the longest poem I did. Hope you like it.





It was in autumn, while I fancy to stroll
me myself answer to my singly whim
Crackled and click the leaves of silent fall
Under the heart and sun of dim
Here I carry the burden of my wings bore
Free no more to shower its pride
Shattered by words those bemoan and deplore
Damages more than blades abide
Clicked and crackled more I heard and hear
Hushed myself by its flamboyant whisper
There i sit alone with the man silenced by his mood
No more might be never he had spoke nor stood



Here I sit with the man under his hood
When it dawned on me he might be God's unblessed
Deprived of money and dignity, damaged by an interlude
his life lost, near the time when death shall undress
I uttered words that he seemed to abhor
by his silence neither to reflect nor ponder
but his unuttered words like the noon's sleeping shore
shore of everlasting steepness, no foot has to wander
"A wall has slithered between you and me
It has befallen and has cleaved my heart
Speak to me or now I shal flee
Never will you see me, for before the setting I shall part"
Then much I aghast, as the winds whisper
for the hood no more, denied the secret he never has to utter

Much I marveled, the face no words can say
For silence left in him, for silence let words unable to soar
For no mouth, no ears, no eyes to see the day
the absence blessing be or curse adore
There sit the lonely beggar
sitting beside a clear jar
Marveled, I saw beauty more eminent than an aristocratic par
a butterfly, all the colors in the world, inside and never can go far
Then me, myself gave a shudder
what is this beauty in his life
untouched, unseen, but seem more than a lover
of the man who lost more than a wife
Thus conclusions bring forth, of these invisible tears
to give what I got, my nose, my eyes and my ears

"Why not, oh forsaken, you shall have my ears,
for ears I was cursed, still cocoons it clad
And what it delivers are these silent tears
never to bring back the family I had"
"Why not, oh forlorn, your blindness flee,
for my eyes I will give you,
For all it showed me is vagrancy of inner beauty
rarely the light of the forgotten few..."
"Why not oh lonely man, to utter those words
words you are dying to say
For now you can sing like the birds
for my mouth is yours, forever and today"
All then I lay on his withered hands, smiling without a face
For he has now reached the end of the lonely life's perpetual lace

Darkness now, all I can see
Darkness now I live
Silent now all I can be
Silent now, darkness I give
Never again will I see the light
for I have put my failed plans in the vial
Oh, love of my life, now I cannot hear your hateness fake
for eyes, mouth, ears' existence left not a clue
For suffering I given up, suffering I can't take
and darkness, forever more, never to see you
This must be the lonely man, who now has suffered no more
Like me whose sufferings, oh gracious, oh darling, its end I implore

now all I got is this beautiful butterfly, never will be free
For in this jar, all it can ever be..