I wake up in the deepest night
Under the light of sleeping stars
I mourn the times it was all right
When I didn’t have these deep scars
I sit down next to the fire
Where dark visions start to haunt me
My soul shakes from dead desire
Because I miss what we could be
I hear nearby minstrels singing
Sounds of flutes fill my emptiness
My spirit merges with the spring
I get far away from distress
And I hear the violins cry
My tears start to flow like rivers
I feel the spirit of love die
My body gives its last shivers
Why did it have to happen this way?
Why did we have to fail?
We said we will hold on, come what may
Why didn’t love prevail?
Springtime of my being starts today,
Yet I’m so sad and pale
Because Autumn is so far away,
She won’t leave me a trail...
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Who am I?
- Lone Poet
- Who am I? It's a question I ask myself time to time. I've come up with different names for myself. I was a preacher, I was a king, I was Misery Incarnate... but eventually I'm no more and no less than a lone poet, buried alive, waiting to be excavated. To be loved. I live for the moment when everything is all right.
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3 comments:
what should i say? wow! amazing! one of your best.
the rhyming of your first stanza was one of the best ive seen in my life!and the poem well, my god!
youre one of the best jamrik ;D
Thank you, brother, really. I appreciate your opinion.
The poem is from pure emotions... I didn't even have a chance not to write it, it just HAD to came out. I guess you know the feeling.
Thanks, and you're another one of the best, Amin. You know that? ;)
thank you :)
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