De Profundis - Poem by Didith Marcelo
My mind whither cause of despair,
I am sunk in the world of futility,
LIke a stagnant water of the fen.
I walk, following the trail,
Then I saw a hamlet in the distance,
I drawl because of my curiousity,
Expecting no answer because it's sounds crazy,
No one is with me.
I draw near, more step forward
and i am almost there,
I reached it, i balk when i heard the music,
For sure someone is playing a zither.
playing a funeral dirge.
I don't have time to sympathize now,
I am tired, slow and weak.
My heart always sad because devastation take place the room of my joy.
And now i am thinking,
where is the place of happiness?
i need a room to stay there,
To lay my self in the chamber of satisfaction,
To wear the robe of endless laughter,
And to bathe in the genuine love,
that will consume my life a reason to live.
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