An Epiphany

The unhealed wound,
cries out loud, without shame,
bleeding, it makes known,
how vulnerable, I really am.

Ruthless, the pain crushes,
whatever resolution, I had,
to believe in myself, to change,
 in this world, profoundly mad.

Eventually, rejoices demigod; remorse,
compelling segregation of my mind,
for the hopelessness to triumph,
letting only  epiphany as destined.

Epilogue

She's is the falling snow,
all white and cool,
and when the wind blows,
it proclaims her beauty.

The sun with it's rays
also continuously says,
bless her, for her beauty is,
beyond man's reach.

Her indomitable will
when she sweetly whisper
there, i  always feel
me, a man who remembers...

Oh! I can hear your voice...

Oh, I can hear your voice, 
which I chose to ignore,
cause I'd forgotten mine,
when I lost myself,in,

this world, cunningly huge,

for me to fight against,

for this was where, I used to sing,
with a voice, unwanted, untamed,
for those ears of damsels unknown,
too late, oh cupid!
at last,
defeated by your fiery arrow,
I fall where there lies the dust,

before losing myself, me, my identity,

Oh! I can hear your voice... oh!