Poem: Flight of Disaster

Flight of Disaster


It was cold, he was walking in the night;
The rain splashed, oh what a sight.
The brim of his hat, stringed with droplet,
Diamonds hanging, pearls in a trinket.

Was humming a tune, of love and loss;
His voice was singed, with rejection and morose.
Had a stubble, beard overgrown;
He had brought the pain on his own.

Love is a dragon, to harness how hard we try;
It breathes fire and it flies so high.
As soon as it reaches, the layers of sky;
The lungs all choke up, it's hard to fly.

Like the Icarus on feathers of wax, he flew;
The wings melted, neared the sun as his passion grew.
Tumbled and fell, the self shattered;
His will broke, heart still rankled.

True say the wise, of legends of yore;
It is hard to love and not get sore.
The tune got over,but he hasn't stopped to yearn;
The clouds move away, but the road took a turn.

--
GKT