I wear a cloud of loneliness
A haze in which I bleed
A color of midnight azure
Created from senseless need
I hear a sound of solace
Of a peace I shall never know
I embrace my sunlit sorrow
Of which my life shall grow
I taste the salt of my unshed tears
As I plummet into my shell
I grieve the waste of bitter years
And mourn this broken spell
I die each time the moonlight rises
Like a phoenix in the flame
But my soul never rises
And I shall never be the same
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cloudy, hazy, and melancholic, though brilliant in its expression. Well done, A.J.! ! Brian