If darkness was my wedding dress
I'd lay down upon gray grass and wait for you
if pain was my everything
hand in hand we'll walk dead fields through
to bask in the afterbirth of ugly
covered in minds of stupidity and disdain
old thoughts reap the vengeance
of a mind pronounced insane
and you laugh
yes you laugh
higher than a soprano's note
and the world kneels on sacred ground
waiting for the victory to become unbound
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: June 27/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hurt, apparent...the words do justice to the emotions within. Excellent write! PEACE