The Turnaround

My poem for Oneshotwednesday at Oneshotpoetry

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I’m standing in front of this heavy gate,

hard to open,

hard to find

I guess it’s fate,

I was hopin’

the world won’t mind

I guess it’s too late,

expecting fortune,

I guess I’m blind

I’m in a desprate state

happiness? God forbid!

a rope to bind

THEN the TURNAROUND

struggle overcome

my spine is straight

return… a big amount

the black hole…  a little one

nothing less than great

insufficiencies… not much to count

suddenly I can have some fun

suddenly a lighter gate

now it has a whole different sound

what’s it called?

I think it’s called happiness…

Up in the air (to my friend Adrian)

Up in the air is where he’s free

free as a bird

who scrapes the sky with its golden wings

his shadow hits the ground

barely visible to him as he flies

through endless skies - eternal freedom

but not long after

he is back at the bottom

the bottom of boredom

But – comfort - the thought alone

of being up there

even if just for a few moments

his dream come true

Up in the air

The Dark Wizard

The Dark Wizard has cast his spell

screams from the caves of the far mountains

Fireballs from hell

shoot at the innocent, the Devil’s dance

The souls of the lost travel west

in hope of finding peace and salvation

a warm receiving chest

to keep them from damnation

But forever lost

for fighting for no reason

the only way for them to rest

is known, in our world, as treason

That path they have to follow

and at the end they know at once

that tomorrow –

They’re remembered by their loved ones

The rain clouds slowly gather round
rain to descend
a brief glimps of light shines toward the ground
the summer ends

But the minor shine
at the time of noon
wakes the patience of mine
to wait for another few moons


autumn, winter, spring

when the birds start to sing