About the Poem
In this journey we call life, there are times when we are isolated because of circumstance. Be it self-imposed or otherwise. This poem describes enjoying the beauty around us but not being able to feel it within us.
And Yet I Die
|I see the stars sparkling so bright,
Within the moon kissed sky.
I hear the lark so sweetly sing,
Amidst the morning dawn.
I smell the flower full in bloom,
And see their royal pomp.
And yet some place so deep within,
I'm shrouded and I'm closed.
The brilliance there I can't see,
In mists of misery.
Enshrined inside, unable thus,
To touch the warmth without.
I gaze upon this passion spent,
And yet . . . Inside I die.
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