As the girdle of time
digs sharply into my flesh
As the black veil of my existence
hides the impermeable Truth
As the flame of my thoughts move in
rapid circles and become a mere line
As the vulture of pervading questions
devour my almost dead body
As the furnace of my yearning
bakes it into a solemn comprehension
That this is the Enddddddddddd.
This is indeed a deep set poem, , , , , , , , , and I enjoyed, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , well done,
AWESOME WORK....The Darkside of T.O.....my, my, ....im likin' it, oh yes! You; re too young, but your verse takes me back to 1967 and Jim Morrison of the Doors....Had A song called 'The End'...it too was awesome....One of my favourite listens, still to this day.....As you are one of my favourite Reads.... fjr
Never say never, TO. Interesting piece. I feel your frustration, but it is only fleeting - trust me. Maybe the end is only the beginning? Linda
I do hope not TO, we would miss you too much. Interesting write, some very deep feelings in this one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amazing images here... i esp liked this one- 'As the vulture of pervading questions/ devour my almost dead body' Asma...