Disappointment is like a fire
A screaming blazing fierce desire
To rip and kill and hurt and cry
Disappointment feeds the will to die
Everything burns
And the soul turns
To stubborn ashes
And shrieking flashes
Of burning hate
Because I was too late
There’s only so much the soul can take
Before it cannibalises for the minds sake
Better to lose compassion
Than to fly past the brink of sanity
And turn everything to dust
In the wake of a dragons wrath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it really 'Better to lose compassion' or is it a saving Grace. Compassionate people seem to be great survivors, and those with issues of insanity are often introverted... Good luck with the novel.