Jumat, 30 Maret 2012

First Poem in Poetry Class



The Rebellion of an Orphan

I stood for a long time expecting miracles
Waiting for someone who loves me as a child
No one came down erasing my warm tears
Even gave me a hand bringing my inscrutable mind

                I became fearful in this hypocrite chaos world
                My little heart has turned to a hard rock
                Let me make mistakes experiencing this real chord
                Even it means I might be naive and freak

I sneaked out finding the wonderful horizon
Breaking out the sunshine free in dark way
My soul will reach the glory of misery season
Till God takes my awful fate away

                The rebellion of an orphan
                Till the red blood dry
                The rebellion of an orphan
                Till the black angel cry


Created by Icha Elliyin Rizka