I wander between broken words and dreams
Like a jaded prophet. Now days are bleak
And nights have extinguished their gleaming stars.
Love, Faith and Mercy have fled far away
From this arid land; that remains unblessed.
I'm searching for sweet asylum so I can rest.
O can this wanton world still be redeemed?
I wander between broken words and dreams.
Despair indeed but with a question that hangs in there at the end, perhaps a little of light even hope? That's up to each reader to decide perhaps. Nicely written and presented Dominic. 10+ and hang in there.
You are not the only wanderer. Yes, it is harder to connect to the infinite source of inspiration these days but not impossible. Another brilliant poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks guys...much appreciated! TS Eliot ended up composing the spiritually enlightened Ah Wednesday and then the magnificent Four Quartets after the Wasteland...so sure there's always hope for we poets who work coninuously in the kingdom of the mind. Nevertheless, I will not surrender to blind faith: which I find incredibly demeaning and indeed counter productive.