Rage from a distant
The name unfamiliar
In the nights of old I always wished
In the longest year that had me down
These wounds kill time
My struggle sublime
Sold are the eyes I have
And cold is the wait for nothing
In dark I write my name in a long line
How is it possible for you to try?
Loving mother
He has come
To take your son
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
And you're sure you've hurt in a way
That no one will ever know
But someday the weight of the world
Will give you strength to go.
This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
The blame is mine alone
For bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve.
And so at last he came to me
With the echoing sound of eternity
Life is eternal
Birth is back to him
Back to begin
Back to earth
People laughed cried were silent
But he beheld me
Now it's the time
For sublime to go to him
Metamorphosis
Is the end to begin....
..awesome writing...i loved every word of it....very powerful poem...keep on writing...
Like live commentary it has a special effect of sound.As if you are talking face to face.Very nice indeed.Thanks for sharing it.
wow..see, we all have nice works to share with others. this is one of them. nice poem my mate. keep the good work up!
Excellent figurative language... I liked it... Carry On with More poems... :)
hmmm... very intriguing i'm mind boggled.. thanx for sharing (:
deep poem... with interesting philosophical thoughts... This is not the end This is not the beginning... wonderful line, very true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written poem, inspiring...keep writing...