Saturday, March 31, 2012

An Untitled Poem

Don’t come back to me
don’t bring your gun
you can’t run away
from all these dreams  
they are all the same
just a long tunneled night
trapped in a tower
did the world change –
or only my view
as the old soldier grew…. older
and his dreams….
just faded away.

1 comment:

  1. A beautiful poem with a slightly melancholic undertone... the way I read it :-)