Dark smokes fill my lungs
A pure undiluted darkness of sort
It sinks my soul into streams of despair
And my eyes tears in blue
Leaving me a token offerry
To a world with beasty feats and icy claws
I have been sold out by life
The sunken teeth of reality tells me that
Truth is a specter and life is but a dream
Mystery and mysticism are let out in the fields
Left for infants to decipher even though they
Faint and tire from exhaustion and this spear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, poem. Well written...10