I always get the rest
What's left
The greenest glares
Painful stares
Cuz real is rare
And all I've ever known
I wear
It's rough to climb
Through thickest slime
To reach a peak too frigid
To be mine
To see the purest ignorance
Of sorts, a crime
To watch the clock tic on
mercilessly
Towards my time
It's hard to keep
A knowledge deep
Through times I bleed
And weep
Hard to find my heart
In briny deep
Grim to run through creeps
To try to find a soul to keep
Who'll have nothing more
In his only life to be
But mine
Until the final sleep
But to keep me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unique writing style. Love it. :)