Why speak
when words become weak
and everything you want is in the darkness
and you are forever alone
Happiness will never meet you
and your prince will never seek you
You will die unknowing
from your heart with blood flowing
Beating and pumping
all of your life into nothing
You'll be a stain on the soil
until dust in the face of turmoil
Your poem's tone of melancholy persists for some time after one has read it. A well written poem, I must say, because it touches the readers' mind. A poem written in darkness, but the deeper the night, the closer the morning. John Westlake has echoed my thoughts- 'I hope that this is not how you actually feel about your existence. Hopefully none of your poem will pass and you will be sought after by a prince who will bring you great happiness.' 'Happiness will never meet you and your prince will never seek you' - These lines make the reader sad and somber. 'You'll be a stain on the soil' - A powerful proclamation.
Dark facts about life and a beautiful poem for happiness in distance.
Dark facts and one mockingly laughed out question. A mockery contiued into the 2nd stanza where hopes are denouced as mere faerie tales. My favourite line is below; the s's really make the sentence spit itself out You'll be a stain on the soil ...fitting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the soil and, back to the soil! Birth and death. Nice work.