I’ve reinstated foregoing thoughts
Of sobriety and hope.
The mackerel sky doth shine its light
Upon my newfound scope.
For years my light was far too dim
But this day I renew the flame
That had been sovereign with hope
Not prevailing thoughts of shame.
But sober days do violently incise my will
And I lapse to antecedent ways.
I bury myself in a grave of famine
Living within these infectious days.
I battle Satan’s mercenaries
With every flash of conscientiousness.
I’m blinded on this debauched road
In which I have digressed.
Dude... WAY too depressing... But excellent use of words, and well thought out...10/10...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i didnt find it that depressing but i agree great use of the vocab man that was stunning. interesting story too. liked readin it man peace