Immolate my love and burn it
sacrifice my fragility its weakness
forget true honesty lets forsake it
Its purity embittered no sweetness
Appreciation human greed does belittle
the value of vanity does degrade
emaciation is I on a spit hell
the open heart desecration is made
Rebuttal encourages the red tempest
yet not for I but the next to be laid
does the hunger rake out the simplest
Will not wait for truth to be made?
And the will and the want to immolation
for the pyre does negate isolation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Painful passions provide powerful imagery on this one, Wade (excuse the alliteration) ! I enjoy the rhymes and pacing, and your articulation proves superlative. I look forward to enjoying more of your cannon over time! Warm regards, John.