A Prisoner of Measurement

I look down on the jagged rocks,
leaning over a crooked cliff;
Stunningly beautiful expanse mocks,
at the melancholy whiff

Whispering wind, hymns of the stream,
Oblivion engulfs the beyond unseen;
Clouds dance in the red and yellow,
Humiliated emotions in a gloomy wallow

O fate, let me strike a deal;
Time did promise ,it will heal,
but my love was profound
and the hurt grows unbound

Depression is an accomplice,
deep inside me it does dwell;
My soul good at barter,
always finds a reason to sell

A need for life and a desire for death,
I take one last breath;
Pebbles roll on the perilous steep,
Beauty buzy in its mysterious weep

The sun shimmers into my deep eyes,
Tears, tumultous wind patiently dries
Silent was the falling smile,
heart does rapidly beat for a while

In the cosmic grip of everlasting laws,
relive all my happiness in that pause;
My existence scattered in the firmament,
I escape being a prisoner of measurement

My existence scattered in the firmament,
I escape being a prisoner of measurement