Forever veiled from all sources of light
It waits for eons alone
Constantly coal-covered, surrounded by rock,
quietly biding its time
Formed from a life time of hurt
it never gives ground
With the world on its shoulders
it stands
Made strong by the pressure
not once does it falter
but it beckons for the rays
of the sun
Its breath-taking facade
is heartless and cold
The tears of the world
in a facetted prison
But the hand of man
can bring forth its life
To the right artist
it's putty and clay
Cracked with precision
polished to brilliance
Set in metals and
surrounded by gems
Preciously perched
it shines like the sun
exudes happiness
love and true warmth
Sought after by many
Lusted by all
Should it be
left in the ground?
Compacted and old
It is just coal
Full of tears
and yes
it's still cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem