Another poem found in an old Diary
Why am I a Slave to you?
The thoughts speak of you
Set me free
Make way for another to fall prey
The glint in your eyes pierce my heart like daggers
It bleeds but the pain doesn’t recede
Was I just another one?
When all this while I thought you’re the one
Kill the silence
Say the words
I still remember the spell you cast
Can’t recall the time that passed
Just that the air was still and I could hear myself breathe in...
Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves
Where life and its ventures are laid,
The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves
May see us in sunshine or shade;
Yet true to our course, though the shadows grow dark,
We'll trim our broad sail as before,
And stand by the rudder that governs the bark,
Nor ask how we look from the shore!
Oliver Wendell Holmes