PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

THE SORDID JOURNEY OF LIFE HAS ENDED

I HAVE NOW COME TO THE DESTINATION

THE DESTINATION OR SOLITUDE...

I DONT KNOW,

LONELY AND ALOOF...

YET GAIETY,FEELING PROUD

FEELING BRAVE

FOR OVERCOMING LIFE

NOW...I AM DEAD.

THE BLOOD IS STILL THERE

THOUGH COLD AND FROZEN

I AN PALE

BUT MY SOUL IS STILL THERE

STILL LAMENTING,STILL IN PAIN.

THE VIVID DESOLUTION

THE ACRID MEMORIES

BESIEGED ME...

THE BIGOTED SOULS OBSSESSED ME

I WANT TO UNCHAIN MYSELF

FROM THIS EXCRUCIATING PAIN.

THAT EBONY NIGHT

OVERCASTED MY BODY

I LEFT IT BEHIND...

TO WALK AWAY WITH "MY SOUL".

AGAIN I AM WRONG...

THE SOUL WAS STERILE

AND WAS AT SILENCE

AS MY BODY, WHO DIDNT RESPOND

I FELT THE CONVULSE SEDULOUS

BUT I HAD NO ESCAPE.

I TORMENTED MY BODYTO EVADE FROM MORTALITY

TO FIND A WAY IN THE ETHEREAL WORLD

BUT ALAS!I AM STILL IN PAIN.

THE BODY IS DECOMPOSED NOW

THE SORROWS ARE OVERDONE

YET,I AM WONDERING STILL

IN SEARCH OF HARMONY

IN SEARCH OF SEDATE.

I MIGHT TRANSIT TO LIFE,AGAIN,

I MIGHT TAKE A BIRTH

BUT MY SOUL WILL URGE AGAIN

FOR THE CONCAVE PENCHANT.