Poetry

Poem: My Utopian Lie

 

 

Oh wind that brings the joy of fresh air,
Please blow my tears and take them far away,
On this journey, be my guide, don’t let me die inside,

Oh how bad it is to walk in circles,
To painfully relieve your past day in and day out,
What joy must the heavens have on our behalf,

Once it’s broken, once it stopped,
They will be the ones that are mocked,
In their blissful blue sky, there we will make them cry,

Will it ever end, oh my dearest friend will my pain end?
One by one my thoughts die, one by one they vanish in my cry,
And the circle remains untouched, unscratched and they laugh at me from the sky,

But one day, one fateful day,
When the city is paved in the colors of our youth,
The rain can’t wash away the feelings that we want to feel,

When heaven is here when I can set foot on it,
Then I will join him, the sinner no one prays for,
Oh my, did we build our heaven on the back of hell?

It doesn’t matter anyway,
The Devil and I will dance away,
In the shadow of a great new day.

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