Flying in the Limit
Author, Musicman, Traveling,Reading. stay in Jakarta-Ponorogo, Indonesia
Flying without spread
The silence of the night breaks the soul
Immediately I was pensive, flying without wings
I'm used to falling
Then I stood with a lame leg
But not troublesome
Again, the longer I flew in the limit
The umpteenth time I fell
I try to get up with the moonlight
A sharp stab in the chest
Ahh, I've been okay
And again, the longer I flew in the limit
I pray to the Lord
In order for me to remove all the fatigue of the soul
Forget to see the moon at nightfall
I kept trying to fly
I'm still as usual
Again, again flying in the limit
I beg to God
To keep me away from the illusion that has been haunting me
And watched the stars, the moon, and the black sky
I will keep flying even within bounds
© 2018 Kubil Herdian
Comments
Kubil Herdian (author) from Jakarta, Indonesia on April 27, 2018:
Thanks
Gabriel Suso on April 27, 2018:
This poem touch me