VOID

Neither is it the suffering, nor the hardship this field of battle beholds,
Neither is it the sun, whose frown pity’s no earthly flesh,
That makes me crave for that day, that night death calls;
But it’s when the heart beat of truth I hear marching close,
It’s when I see my blood dripping for all that is void
I think that a breathless flesh would be much enjoyed.

Author's Note

i have posted a video of this poem here and i would much appreciate if you guys could check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLG6La1TjsI

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Life is both a form & formless reality. Death in form can indeed seem a respite from tormented life in form. Fortunately formless Life permeates all, transcends all. I offer that musing to spatially ease your eloquent delineation of the way of all flesh.

[Betty]

Pax thank you so much for the comment.. I am ever so grateful.
Betty

[Joe O]

Very deep I like it a lot

[Betty]

Thank you Joe.

[ANTO]

Hi Betty - Thats a great reading of VOID on YT -
Personally I would have kept the background music slightly lower and perhaps tinker around with some free sound editing software to fade the music in at the start and out and the end to improve the listeners experience. The poems themselves are read clearly and with perfect confidence.
Well done
X

[Betty]

Anto thank you so much for the kind comment and the advise... I am just so glad you watched the video. I am working hard to progress so keep your fingers crossed for me okay :))

[ANTO]

Certainly
X

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem indeed,,,Thank you or sharing...:)

[Betty]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like that..."a breathless flesh"

wonderful imagery there.

yes, sometimes we just wish to check out....we get tired of it all.

[Betty]

Thank you so much Jacob. I really am glad you enjoyed it :)