Peering vexed into the abyss
my sanity illustrating ticks in my brain
every step I take
feels like I take in vain
hallowed souls' hallucinations paint me estranged
calloused spirit pressed against the ragged breath
fueling chaotic oxygen to the fiery beast within
people cringe in fear and attempt to condemn
all the while wasting away trying to forget
about their own sin
the sin masked by their own righteous they pretend
the incoherent ability of hatred for his putrid existence
through violence and ignorance sowed his twisted presence
so quick to reveal his wicked nature ever so perplexed
the black fire rage christened in animosity
and that looking back was his thoughts so wrong for what he seen?
J.V.Boyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good wise write. Thanks