PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007
Today I feel like reading genuine poetry,
Diving into the words, letting them guide me,
And not just be, but exist in the gentle rhythm of each verse,
Feeling the cadence of the sentiment, that the poet shaped with their soul.
I want the words to speak for me,
To express what I cannot say,
Letting the poetry carry me, to a place where I can simply feel,
Without the need to be anyone, just a shadow moving
Between the lines, between the rhymes, finding refuge in the beauty I read.
Today, I wish not to be, but rather to be filled,
By the essence of genuine poetry,
That transforms and consoles, without demanding anything in return,
Other than the silent surrender of those who read and let themselves be carried away.