What is this dark mist that
Covers me?
There is no ground to set my feet upon,
No sky to look up into,
No horizon to measure things by.
I feel split apart, ripped into
Shreds of my former self.
I hate this emptiness.
For what is the reason,
Mankind put upon Earth,
To just end up like this?
Death is disappointing.
Goodness, I like that you have such a positive view on the afterlife :) Well, done and very interesting!
Heh. I'm not dead so i wouldnt know if death was disappointing or not lol. ^~ But i like it, it has depth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the expression and mood i get from this poem. Its dark, and sad afterlife sort of sounds like life.