As I gaze upon darkened skies,
Through my darkened eyes,
There is a storm coming soon,
As I sit alone in this cold dark room.
Every night I yearn for the light,
Without enough life left to fight.
Energy drained by the darkened skies,
As I look out of my darkened eyes.
It's so cold here in the dark,
My eyes lose their dwindling spark,
Deep within comes a cry, deathly faint,
My eyes fill with an ever darker taint.
I look out with my darkened eyes,
Way up in those darkened skies,
As they look back upon my soul,
My life draining into a stormy bowl.
Death rides with darkened evil eyes,
And all that I see with them, surly dies,
I must keep up the fight, and I must not fail,
The cold moon hides behind it's darkened veil.
There's a storm brewing beneath the surface,
As the ocean skies began to glare,
Terrifying enough to freeze the heart,
And here I am back at the start
A shock of lightning trembled beneath smooth waves,
The thunder shook the small world for days,
From an anger so powerful with a curiosity so strong,
Sinking deeply into the mysterious, dark and forbidden throng….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Commendable work...Would Edgar Allan Poe per chance be a fav of yours? Your structural movement rides like a smooth sea breeze...Keep that pen pumping ~FjR~