Catalyst Poem by Robin Shuler
Catalyst
So send here woe,
hung all in black,
to wander until stars wane.
Why, brother?
Am I spurned as witch?
Yet, speech soon dies.
Illusions are futile -
shattered patterns docked.
Warm - but my body falters.
Mirrors of death reflected,
such was seen then,
Soon to gaze upon yon heights.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Robin Shuler
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/6/2024 4:21:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
