Prologue to a Collection

 

©2011 Johnny Domawa

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(This is the prologue to a poetry collection I've written five years ago titled: Of Life, Love and Fools. It's actually the continuation of another collection I made in high school of which an excerpt is also found here - it starts on a bit of a tragic note of love failing but the end of the collection deals with a rebirth and a fresh start with life. Unfortunately, I can't post the whole collection here due to copyright concerns - enjoy!)

Life goes round

Destinies change like the seasons…

Love rolls back, sorrows flow steadily…

Onwards. Time ticks on eternally like

Infinity. Faces flutter in the memories like

Ghosts. Images swim in one suspended

Dance. Like dreams they go to

Fly and vanish with each waking

Up. Life goes round –

Victims of life they are

Shadows that wander in the dawn of Day

They listen in silence and they dare not speak

Through they should wish, they go

Wretched are their lives, their pain

Without question, they are commanded

Vile are their works, their hands wallow in filth –

Yet though each heart yearns to break free

The bars that holds them bars

They have no hearts –

What life is made

If made from the wasted rubble of dreams lost

Of hopes crushed from the lashing fury of life itself

When the chasm that holds one back is deep

 When the cries one make echo only to ones ears

What is life? –

The wheels of Fortune glides on

Like a river flowing –

Like the waves forever churning, changing –

Like the eternal winds playing the earth

Life goes on –

Powered by man and his searching desire

Reasoning. Thinking the ever flowing parade

Of Thought. Each moment their breaths

Are wasted. Denied the nurturing care

Love fails –

Fails and…

Life starts anew.