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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

MY NAKED HEART

My heart was striped naked.
Like old wounds that never heal.
How could I conceal,
old memories coming afresh.

I've no more heart to redress,
what more to express.
If I express I don't have someone
who could lend me the ears.
What more shoulders for me to lay on.

At this torturing moment,
many times, I tried to bleed myself into tears.
But its no more flowing.
My heart haven't been cured
from the old wounds.

My expression of feeling
is like a moonless night - full of mysteries.
Should I curse myself for all the miseries?
Or maybe fate not to my favour?

What I proposed God disposed.
Do I've to despair
with my heart naked and wounded beyond repair?
Why should I - there's still flickering light
at the end of the tunnel.

The sun haven't rise in the evening
or set in the morning.
I should set and rise against all odds
and misfortunes.
Let me become the toughest who got going
and going.

~ Rb Salleh

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