Transit

These tears of Yours, of joy, decay

Mocking my holy expanse of emphaty, 

Not even in darkness I can not rest,

My abyss of piece once again derisioned.

Fire and summer, for once 

I hate, into cold I march,

For frost is my pleasure, a place,

Where your presence is unknown,

Sorrow my mind, I wish you well,

But so I wish for you aswell, to suffer.

I pray for sinister awakening,

I can no longer stand goodness,

To be good, is to be weak,

This man of righteous,

I shall be no more.

Reviews

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

Great write. A sort of peace and calm in your writing. The words are so appropriate. My wishes.

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

A man giving into the cold. Great piece.

[Ellie Howard]

i love this, once again another great piece of writing!

[Tomislav Petricevic]

The imagery in the second stanza kicks a*s!
As all of your poems, this one too has that epic-narrative feeling added to it, and that's awesome.
A magnificent job, my friend!
Keep writing.

[forevermore1218]

YAY first comment!!! I love doing that xD

Great poem dude! I liked the way you brought your poem to life and how deep your perspective is on life. It is something I wished alot more people had and that I hope that someday I can hear more poems like these. You did a great job, as usual!

Love it!!!!! :O