Deep down me,
Recedes a voice,
Gone with it's poise,
An echo of a knight,
A relentless warrior,
Fought peacfully on his will's behalf,
Thought gregariously to mend the world,
Feigned by the beauty,
Torn by the harsh reality,
Lost his eccentricity.
Oh! there recedes the voice,
Voice of the dumb,
Left with it's flesh and bone,
Borne to mourn,
Tears alone to drown the soul,
Receded the voice,
Dumped me heartless, painless,
To face the crooked world.
Extrem pain or mental distress shown in ths poem wit powerful words...
Like putting a string around your finger, as a reminder for something. Though not the harsh realities of life.
A melancholy of words. A kind of jittering of the troubled mind. A nice piece.
Although I can appreciate the sentiment, and agony, depicted in your very stirring words, I found a rough and jagged read, that deserved a much smoother flow. great expression and imagery. it is a good piece.
The crying..........dying soul..................wanting for a replenishment.anyones? ? ? ?
The ruthless world drowns all hopes....thus kills the inner warrior, defeats our will and leaves us in an ocean of disppointment! ! ! A thoughtful write...thanks for sharing!
This is a deep and very introspective poem. 'Fought peacefully on his will's behalf' is an outstanding line, Well done. Jim
wow thats deep, very good though. It really paints a picture for the readers and helps us to understand what is being expressed. keep up the good work +10 :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely conceived, i voted 10