The swan’s sorrow: A poem 

Posted bymontecyrilPosted inUncategorized

I am a swan 

in the pond 

I toil underwater 

But above I’m a saunter 

I glide with the wind 

My flight is a happy swing 

I am silvery white 

like a moon in the night 

My smile is worth a million 

My heart is bullion 

But I feel pain 

I cry like the rain 

What use is sky and water 

when I am sorrow’s daughter? 

Wasted is the sight of the sun 

when the eye can’t see the horizon 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

2 thoughts on “The swan’s sorrow: A poem ”

Leave a comment