Poetry
Issue #1
Far Beyond
Happiness is now far beyond, where the roads end, where we stop,
by the hands in chains and the thorns in eyes under the pale grey sky.
A truth left behind, or even asleep in the miracle of a drop in rain,
that never once again history turns back, forever it’s gone with the dead
will the voice and the rhymes reach a road for the chance they win?
Let’s think it all over at midnight - dumped souls in the dark learn to sing -
let no eye in the light witness our insane grin.
And a night there came, with a path to nowhere, in despair sighed blue
pain in hearts, minds disguised, recollected our souls in regret,
yet selling cold smiles, and putting weary thoughts, left the road for repair.
And never turned the gaze, for the road inclined to know-where, and
the gates stayed shut, we never turned back, and never talked again,
let it all bear with our sad seconds, cut it then into pieces, it says:
“just a tidy memory left of our mental bruises”…
I recall and recount, so many days went, yet tortured we remained,
lost our loads of smiles, seemingly forgotten exchanging of the hugs
and remember our vows, my exhausted moments forever complained,
royal was the love we made, wrongly the road signed - one-way it said -
let the mind get close, that’s the one where we did scream our words,
make it all come again, when doubled we break all the chains, or
a single spirit wasted us to bring two loners all ahead.
What we learnt was to fall in and out, yet it is empowered by growth
for beauty in the veins, a simple touch, and voices that play sweet roles
learnt letters all in vain, we never took vowels to shout it thoroughly
we couldn’t keep honest, a romance we knew ended up in plastic sorrow
and the time runs rapid; singing shame, bodies go ageing well with the time,
but our thoughts with no change, they exist forever with no bounds
let it rain, as for mine undying loneliness, let yours be all eternal sadness.