The primordial fire in my blood
Upon the stone on which I was born
Was emblazoned on the chest of slaves
Carried upon banners in the coming storm
Never came forth
To account for its sins
Only commended for the good
It never brought us
Never been brought to truth
Maybe because we never earned it
Because our virtues are lost in early youth
Broadcasted upon the scars we wear
The pain, the lack of gain
Given horizon and taken time
Between faults we did retain
The answers lie in our skin
Is there anything beyond the ruth
The horizon?
Bring it forth to answer
And lay this burden from my head
For I am young, merely a teen
Yet far too many times
I have been stuck in between
Between confusion and denial
Avoiding the eyes I saw in my fears
In proposed reality
A burden I seem to bear
A head with too much room for doubt
Whispers and questions I can't put away
Or just exhale in a shout
Where's the truth I was promised
Once I stepped on to the path I walk?
Maybe it's just that I don't see it
The answers in the grass
The broken stone
On which I took stand
Was coated in prayers
In the twilight
And the silence
I was not remembered
For my violence
Rather for walking the dead land
Of lost tenderness and warm sand
Never remembered for the lies I said
Nor for the dying stars above my head
But for the potency of good
Of re-appearing sight in eyes once dead
The Gods received none of our sacrifices
Left without dedication
Called upon in the dead of night
Never spoke of Salvation
Dense lies in the choking wind
I am left without dedication
I am left to temptation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Like it.