my soul,
as black as
the night sky....
starving for starlight,
or the hint of a moon.
my teeth,
razors on the path,
devouring the flesh
of my dreams.
my feet,
the soldiers of destiny;
life wrapped in life...
wearing the bruises,
the welts and the pus,
like ribbons given
for the price of my being!
my spirit,
the light of the dawn,
of determination and forgiveness...
forgiving myself, and all others
as if just me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong emotional dark. A pallid picture you paint Eric. Excellent piece again. Best Regards. Craig.