A lonely shadow wondering through dark nothingness
Another step into its woes, another step into the hoary darkness
Following that significant scent of death
The only view of life it gets is through a melancholic lense
Too long that it has been a figure with no lenght, width or depth
Once there was a time when understanding was quite plain
But now it 's destined to keep silence and have no complaint
Like it was a devil but now became a saint
Languishing to repay its sins with agonies it obtained
Its heart is bound to eternal misery
And its soul is a grave for broken dreams
Once it lived in a land of virtues,
But through despair lost and broke the keys
And all it's memories are now bloody light beams
To betrayal it lost its faith
Indegnant at its gloomy fate
All its ambition depleted by hate
And by the harshness of being it;
It prayed God to never exist.......
Meticulously written.......................keep on movin Rowan!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good title & nicely executed. Regards, Trade.