Chrysalis
My minds' got more bodies than graveyards,
Tears that fall like atom bombs
Why have the gods made life so hard?
Fractured lights glisten along the surface,
Mighty beams from the beauty of her soul
Trade one life for another,
have I earned it?
Her love is a wildfire,
Coursing harder than adrenaline
Inside veins grown icy with resentment.
Feathers born of ashes,
Her song like chimes in a windstorm,
Singing the beauty of the destruction.
Old life in shambles,
All it ever was.
Can't say I miss it,
Nothing but steel, cold, and concrete.
My fuel, her love.
My change, our Future.
You use some very powerful metaphors and similes here. Thanks for posting this. This appears to be the first poem that you have posted on this site, so welcome to Poem Hunter!
Vivid and electric imagery expressed in your poem. 'More bodies than graveyards, feathers born of ashes, and and songs like chimes in a windstorm' evoke strong images and ideas. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her song like chimes in a windstorm, singing the beauty of the destruction. No unnecessary words. Perfect!