Day ended into Night
paved way
for a stormy pain
How, when, and
what caused it
just to make me frighten
of the broken promises
You made and long forgotten
I carried the cross on my shoulder
as a fire in my heart
not extinguished but still smoulders
I have felt
I have seen
the bleakest beam
of a dying star
and I have tried
to bind
a scattered bond
A bond of love
which never belonged
for I was carrying
the load of my cross alone
Secluded, schismed
I treaded
retrospecting the past
where I gathered
curses and thorns
even sometimes stones
not from strangers
but from the humans
I considered my own.
A soul I freed in twilite
from soul cage
and a sigh of releif
and a sound of feathers
I watch an angel flee
I expected a
touching depart
but there was no
look back for
I was painted in art
of black, greys and blues
fell down alone
by the weight of
my innoscence of cross' shape
on path full of sharp thorns
and my benevolence
fetched bruises and scars
crown of thorns and a cross
I saw my soul mixing with the void
for I listened the decorations
simply reverse of my traits
however I smiled,
It is nothing but gory game of fate............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem