Oh, Bitter Winds...

My poetry keeps getting weirder.

Birth;

Into a filthy world I am brought.

Years pass one after another,

No promises of better life at sight.

Death;

Countless lives taken by my hand.

Every step taken by these boots,

Another bloodstain to be found.

Mercy;

An unknown word for a mindless beast.

None deserve it,

None shall get it.

But the winds of change ravaged;

They took the most unjust form.

Golden strings upon simple purity,

To sing melodies to my rotten core.

The sorcery breezed inside;

No cure to be found.

Everything that is known falls apart,

Quickened by the never-ending bitterness.

Shattering;

Not a single portion remains whole now.

Futile attempts of reconstruction,

Unenviable falls on the hard ground.

Reckoning;

Little possibilities remain worthy.

To be reunited with life once despised,

A foolish thought of desperate people.

Relinquishment;

Mockery from living souls.

I'm leaving a filthy world,

For a filthy maggot I am.

Stillness.

Author's Note

Even I don't know what I'm writing anymore.

Reviews

[Poussiere D'Ange]

I guess that happens when you start writing better. Your poems are getting even better Tomislav. And it's great to see you are posting again. I found this really enjyable to read. It had the vibe of your writings. Great work:-):-):-D.

[Tomislav Petricevic]

Thank you very much, my friend! :D It feels really good to be able to start writing something and finish it whole without giving up. XD

[Poussiere D'Ange]

:-):-):-D.