The voice in me
Is no more
Tragic as never before
Leaving me
A posthumous heir
None from to hear
Stifled
By fame to death
Warmth of the hearth
Betrayed
By many Iscariot Kisses
Crucified into pieces
The voice in me
Is no more
To being heir, I agree
And his glory I enjoy
Yet unable to replicate
Nor find true throne mate
The voice in me
Is dead and gone
And I am scared to carry on
Sorrow mood was borrowed here, but it made by many good lines...The poem is realistic from a soul of you...you play with good emotion that you have been through..keep writing _Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i see this poem as a stand for absurdity and it's however true but you ought to fight back and find meaning in meaningless. very good