Let pride be damned this once
And then be damned again, and again
Until my peace be returned to me
And my soul is fully assuaged
My feet and my tongue, together
They take me back to the lair of crows
Crows who feigned ignorance at my birth
And cawed in jubilation at my demise
Let hatred and contempt be flung to the winds
And guilt dashed to the rocks
Let harmony fly back and lighten
The swirling heaviness in my head
See me, being shamed again, and again:
For with my clan, I seek the hand of my murderers
Yes, let it all my damned: pride, hatred, contempt, guilt
So long as I get a good night’s sleep.
12th May 2015
Exceptionally beautiful articulation. Adversity affects but it cannot take away the spring of life. Crows who feigned ignorance at my birth And cawed in jubilation at my demise I seek the hand of my murderers / So long as I get a good night’s sleep.
Well articulated piece of poetry, insightfully penned with conviction. Good night's sleep means peace of mind which is a continued Xmas. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. Reading this again for the first time five years later. I really cannot believe I wrote this, nor can I understand the depth from which the words emanated. Really nice.