<The pages of my life I have ripped and tossed to the waters of the cosmos
I am but a sacrifice of my forefathers and those before them
Chapters I have scorched out of the earth and left it bleeding
The rawness of my anatomy has compelled my misdeeds
I am but a product of my making only to resist its nature to live in isolation
The wrath of my inadequacies turns me undone by the will of the conscious
Cries of souls torment that which holds me together, tearing the flesh off my bones
Shards of my former existence are renewed by warmth of distant rays in a dark void
Encounters from beyond direct me where will leads me astray
Voices I cannot fathom dictate the terms of my condition
Countless stars die and new ones arise
The journey to the unknown continues
This is the fate of that I am
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THank You both. Sometimes words just have their own will and its hard to stop them once they start pouring.
Countless stars die and new ones arise The journey to the unknown continues This is the fate of that I am, utmost thinking! ! ! ! ! ! ! very good writing. like it a lot! ! ! ! ! ! !
You have really reached out to my nerve endings with this awe-inspiring poem! A great understanding of what we are leaving behind in our wake.10 Perhaps you would like my poem A Stars Lament.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! ndithe habu kwesi sihobhe ndancuma, ndeva intliziyo yam igxuma gxuma luvuyo.imnandi mhlekazi wam inkondlo yakho, ibonisa ukubhadla kwengqondo esentsha.well written poem.