UKArchive ID: 26333Fitbin
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.
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.
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