the south side…

Deeming South Pole

Contained to come across the antidotes,

of my heart’s burden I sought.

The weigh of my inner self’s insistence,

is waving my uncertain life’s essence…

Nonetheless I believe I belong to something,

always I supposed in time of the King.

Absence was the plea not to befall misery,

in solitude I must trounce every adversary…

Ought to free the lash so I could fly higher,

neither soar between defeats but I must become wiser.

The oasis to be found for I’m in distress,

and I can’t anymore bear another wilderness…

There’s a blissful south pole where light is shown,

prayers again to heaven that may love be born.

Wonderful were the nights were answers given,

over time and cut-off certain, for the blissful south pole

                                                         I’m in reveries again…