Realisations of a Gypsy

A Long time ago, a life-term prisoner was asked, "What do have to say after so many years in the shadows?"

The man, some 50 years of age, the blackness of his hair losing a battle with the whiteness, spoke after a while, his features rising to an animation as he did," After what seems like an age here, if there's something i have realised, then it is...........that realisations come hard.........

So, back to the verse here, All i would say is - if you could come with the climax of the poem, mythologically speaking - You could have a glimpse of the DIVINE BEING......
Go on, read it.... (i've tried a sonnet here)



Realisations of a Gypsy

Ah! it lay in a pleasant twitter
of gladdened hope through a maddened age
where red beak marks of a bird, glitter
as the only gold of a gilded cage

Ah! it rose like a morning sun
thrusting through the gloomy skies
While I, stung, much like everyone
drew far away to wash my eyes

Ah! it fell cast off a rocky loom
when the raiment of life was woven
that returned, an epitaph on a tomb
"Rest in Peace" amongst the chosen

That whose grim pursuit, ravaged many a day
Happiness rather was, a mere thought away