Death

another old poem i really like

No one can see nor understand what my soul feels

in its anguish of its solitude.

Never more will the sweet moonbeams

Lull me to rest.

Nor will I be able to dream with

The rosy pink light of the morning sun.

Away are the valleys, draped with flowers

And the fields where I always longed to rest.

Never will the wind caress my face while

It lifts the birds to their homes.

The sight of the fluffy cotton clouds rising

From the never-ending ocean will etched in my mind forever

While my eyes are being scooped out of my very head.

My screams are unheard for i am mute.

I cannot hear them because I am deaf.

Now I am blind.

 

Now I am dead but I always been dead.

All that is left of me is dust.

Reviews

[Gravedigger]

I think you forgot a "be" between "will" and "etched". It would make more sense. other than that though, I really think it is very well done. I also really like your alitertions and word choice.

Excellente!

[Virellius an Fiach]

This sounds Poe-ish. I like.