Faint light made its way through the slightest rip in
Penetrated deep into sheer gloomy
Fragmented shards of darkness scattering on floor
Oh, asymmetrical look on stagnant floor boding catastrophe for future
Mind-forged manacles,
a dreadful nightmare
Shackles weaved around
Under the siege of unknown entity
Within the territory of horror
Darkness is emperor
Oh, my god, vertigo devouring the very part of my ethereal skull
Like an owl its pray
Like virulent cancer wearing a robust trunk down
Where is your shelter of eternal peace?
I have lost the road while my logic is blind
Oh, yes, sound of happiness,
can you hear it from distance?
These are dulcet tones of imminent freedom
All constraints shall tear apart
Now sentence day is so near to arrive
Advent of justice
Fall of inequity
Sounds of its galloping horses are visible
Now every thing shall alter.
the territory of horror emperor Darkness Where is your shelter of eternal peace? like your words and expressions and the theme........ thank you very much dear poet
The panic sound of a sentence can be hear as if echoes in mind..resonating the emptiness feeling against the sober thinking...i like this sentence of yours-I have lost the road while my logic is blind...its a nice line :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Manacles! ! Seeing the ways of mankind today. Thanks for sharing.