The last days, old and frail.
When death's lullabies lure me in
And the tears kiss the ground no more
But grey cloudy eyes, and yes!
They rage in cracking thunder
At all lifes misadventures.
It is the conscience that has found
Its place at the end of the road,
When there is no will to fight it
But torture and torment.
Whose walk was it i walked?
The journey only once travelled.
O! I can but only stare at the rafters
And they, unflinchingly do gaze back in sinister, mocking.
It feels like judgement day already
And i cannot bare the look on their faces
Could it be pity or disgust?
How many, i dare not count
For i and i alone.
The tears, burning
Do overflow like a desert well.
And one by one, the rafters fade
As those tears make that long awaited
Pilgrim down my cheeks
But only halfway and fade away
Taking me along the way.
As those tears make that long awaited Pilgrim down my cheeks But only halfway and fade away Taking me along the way. Beautiful depiction, truly poetic!
woooow what a powerful poem, this is a super poem. keep it up cc, realy like the use of languege (words)
Superb poem Nonto, very well written and though provoking, I'm commenting for the second time on this poem, PH stole my first comment hope they won't steel this one. Siya_! !
Deep poem Nonto, excellently written and though provoking. Siya_! !
If we can jump into every shoe in this world for a while, i am sure we will amazed and scared at the same time...we will back to sober and thankful that we are living in better days than some of us who struggle more than what we think we suffered a lot_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem like it.