A place not for the living, but only the dead
A desolate wasteland, blackened and vast
Only moving corpses full of hatred and dread
Where once they lived but that’s in the past
Who all once loved, laughed and cried
When pain was comforted by kisses of love
Is all now at an end, emotions have died
Once flying free as a dove
Now confined to the constraints of ….DEATH ….........
Such powerful, paradoxical words. I felt the pain, yet I do hope I won't be constrained! ! ! ! And I also hope that somehow emotions don't die, that we won't allow them to. That we can outlive all that is lost and all that is blackened. Well, here's my hope to your hopelessness! Great write, though, Jason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem showing the sad emotions of the death and I liked the poem.