Sunday, December 14, 2008

Unlocking the Chain

Amanda's golden coat, beneath are dirty clothes, dirty shoes and a hidden face in a painted mask.
Carrying the malevolent eyes of those who don't understand while walking in the uneven street of her past.
Crying with blood but standing with pride, holding on her right hand the cane of fear and doubt.
Eager to see her way out of the King's tunnel lighted by the torch of hateful and distrust.
"Pardon?! Who needs pardon?! Not me! Not me, not me..." others are impress by her bravity; others pity her for her insanity.
Thinking of what she had done wrong or rather what she had done that others thought was wrong.
All she wanted is to love and to be love, "Is that wrong?! No. Did I steal? No. Did I murdered someone? No."
"Norms. Let me go of this chain of norms. I'm begging you. I may have been break the standards and rules that you imposed. I may have been divert my way differ from what you desire. But, what I feel is inevitable and uncontrollable. I'm longing for your sympathetic heart and I wish for your open mind."
"Confuse!", people shouting, hoping Amanda will drop her sincerity. But she smiled as her beloved approach her "I' always mesmirize by your smile, Cynthia"
Evil is what society see, "We're sinners," Cynthia whispered as she passionately kiss Amanda "as they were." The villagers open they're umbrella of shame as rain touches the raw land that crack in disgust.
They are looking for the key...

2 comments:

Tyo said...

wew, bg2 literatur y ? Kren bgd ! Keep it up sis !

leley said...

hi there sis, clasm8 and friend ko nga pla c krizelle..ahmm link exchange nman tau jeje..