A very sad poem.
Amid the thorns and briars of our earthly being
That we do fail to comprehend the genuine meaning
Of the celestial signs of a mass,
Or of the words engraved upon the plates of brass...
We're captured by the sorrow, grief and doubt,
And sadness falls upon our eyes like a shroud.
We are like fireflies, like jack-o'-lanterns,
A-wandering amid the mighty grass
Of towers, walls and urban thin skyscrapers...
This labyrinth of life is infinite... Alas!
Fall, 2015
Poetry by Eugenius
Read 616 times
Written on 2015-11-26 at 16:02
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
The Premonition of Melancholy
It oftentimes comes to passAmid the thorns and briars of our earthly being
That we do fail to comprehend the genuine meaning
Of the celestial signs of a mass,
Or of the words engraved upon the plates of brass...
We're captured by the sorrow, grief and doubt,
And sadness falls upon our eyes like a shroud.
We are like fireflies, like jack-o'-lanterns,
A-wandering amid the mighty grass
Of towers, walls and urban thin skyscrapers...
This labyrinth of life is infinite... Alas!
Fall, 2015
Poetry by Eugenius
Read 616 times
Written on 2015-11-26 at 16:02
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
one trick pony |
