By; Glenn Cañamo
Folded by emotions
Cast everything by reasons
Should this secrets piece concealed?
Or present my proof as they revealed
“This is me” a reason without any doubts
Let this feelings presents what lie about
Or be mute by the gossip and sigh!
This secret I kept; bound with no lie
I write and cry on my diary,
Wet pages depict my misery
Were all things going wrong?
Or just; heart cannot hold this for long
I wake up in the morning
Totally curse by feeling
I am the key, the key of concealed word
Should I be bound to tune such chord?
Oh! Rhythm of truth
Lies a bitter taste fruit
Chaos on me; hiding heart words
But, harmony on them reveal by forge
Shall I be bound to kept
Or just live by fate
Oh! Life; cast smoke in palm
Where always fled like a loosened lamb
“Van of dawn”2011