Move away - from me, the form
Is parabolic in isolation, I’ll vet
The consequence and despair, despair
Will serve my hunger –
- Later -
And I’ll wait, wait for something,
Something greater -
Wait and I’ll wait
And I will have no pride -
The clouds will cast their twisted shadows
Over silver stallions that we ride.
The move away from - the publicans, the executors;
The prophets of destruction - shall we
Raise our crystal glasses, shall we
Utter bitter curses - curses
On the pain.
I’ll wipe away the tears - I’ll brush aside her hair;
It rains in these – this paradise -
A torrent of despair.
I can feel the despair in this piece, yet a powerful resolve to overcome it! Wonderfully written. Blessings. Sheila
That poem was really good, it made me think. Keep writing and keep cool, smiles N hugs, Willow: -)
The poem is so metaphysical and deep, agains't all diabolic nature, indeed the poem can wash creation's by negation and despair.maxim muyu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No doubt about it, you are good. H