Soaring High

I soared high … like a wounded hawk
Trying to cure my wounds
Ignoring the pain, regret and kindness of heart …
Engaged to my new world ..
Forgetting the heart's wounds..
Not love or suffering what strikes my heart
But it was a supreme wound.
No it was  scratch in it's wall , fissure
Sadness for things didn't understand and will not..
I always tried to understand … instead of focusing .
Didn't understand..
All what I knew is not trying to..
Cause it's not for me… and it's not a cure..
It's only a incurable disease … destroying the heart.
Weaken the feelings..
Engaged by the clouds and the fierce birds
Humming is tearing my ears .. squeezing my heart.
I scream out loudly….
Loudly without a voice….
Bounded screaming .. tearing up the peace of my body
Breaking the mirrors , statues and walls of the soul..
I wake up to find the sky become an earth and the earth became sky….
Was it just a dream????
Still trying to understand….
Didn't held the lesson yet…
My mind still a crawling baby
Sucking it the knowledge's breast
And I don't know when it will weaned.
Tired….
It's time for rest..
The rest of the fighter.
Yes…
I'm fighting my self in endless battle…
When it will end ?????
Maybe when I die and stop breathing ,
Maybe when the thoughts dies…
For now it's enough to soar and forget…….