UKArchive ID: 26333A Thousand Sons by Fitbin
Originally published on May 13, 2011 in Poetry

Please read and see what you think.

Riven and then cast asunder
out of the blinding nothingness
melancholy sadness, stroking gently
a mind tormented by forgotten thoughts.

Ascending to the Lloigor's zenith
another dream is burnt and raped
you have no power over me anymore
as I am entrapped by the awful freedom.

God's tears fall like unseen snow
freezing lost souls out of heaven
forsaken and blamed for all evils
I die again just to live in your cage.

© Fitbin (fitbin on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 26333
Archived comments for A Thousand Sons
ruadh on 18-05-2011
A Thousand Sons
Being totally honest, I have no idea what this is about. But I think you have some great lines in it. Loved the last verse.


Author's Reply:
thanks for commenting.
I tend to write first and then extrapolate or interpret a meaning afterwards.
Although there is usually some autobiography in there.
Glad you enjoyed it