My darkest of beasts
My coldest of nights
My biggest of feasts
My greatest of frights
The water that fills my cup
The wind that blows in my face
The fire that boils my blood
The hand that pushes me away
My highest of hopes
My sweetest of lies
My steepest of slopes
My cloudiest of skies
The smoke that kills my lungs
The time that goes to waste
The knot that ties all tongues
The one who leaves without a trace
My strongest of sorrows
My strangest of ways
My doubt of tomorrows
My pain until my dying day
The hour that never ends
The anchor that holds me still
The promise that depends
The maybe that never will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem