None of it matters.
No matter where I go,
What direction I turn,
There are men, women
And ghosts awaiting me.
Telling me to swallow
My own pain, and to
Leave this world clean
As it was before I arrived.
My actions are immoral,
And my mind a breeding-
Ground for insanity.
It's all my own fault,
How could those without
Religion have a heart?
How could those devoid
Of constant happiness
Truly be named human?
How could a woman
Without a man, be a woman?
So let only one of us hurt,
Destroy what is left
Of this taint on your
Once pure world- Kill Me.
Powerful stuff Stef...loved it....wouldn't expect anything less from you..perfect poetry....and there are positive marks u have left on this world too btw! ! ! =)
Oh dear, your wonders and pains are deep, I know it on my skin! without a religion, we may be free to expand love in any direction that means that yes maybe we can have a heart without a religion. The biggest hearts most beautiful souls are those who were washed in tears and fed on pain those I would call humans with greatest love. The woman's grace and love are not a waste only because there's not a man. She will find ways to share and shine anyway...The aura of a swallowed pain came out in this deep poem, to be truly loved, thank you.
Religion have a heart? Contradictory question...religion are all books and pages and they therefore are allowed no hearts..some though to some extent tolerant but they are beyond religion normal humans...killing is an option for either sides and also the thing they want to kill
Very intellectual write, magnificent poem.. You are a great writer....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. This is dark. Great poem with a great flow. But very dark. Very good write.