everything, but nothing at all
only the open wounds linger
ashes in the dark, for that we did not want to see
slowly, to the sound of the tragedies
running the risk of feeling
windows in the wall, not of stone, but of sorrows
attack those scars you ply
that don't leave you live awake
wake up from oblivion's dream, breathe at last out of the mud
everything, but nothing at all
when will you realize of everything
or something about anything, do not fear to wake up bathe in screams
open your eyes, spring has come
leave behind the corpse of your hipocrisy
embrace what ye would not embrace that winter day, perhaps it's your own soul
everything, but nothing at all
when will you realize of everything
or something about anything, do not fear to wake up bathe in screams
attack those scars you ply
that don't leave you live awake
wake up from oblivion's dream, live for the mere sake of living
everything, but nothing at all
only the open wounds remain
ashes in the dark, that's not what we wanted to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, War. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks