The pathways of Hades are dim Be one navigator, so hard it seems Darkness is what we call light Yet nothing seemed to be right I was lost and not yet found And I was framed, eternity bound No clue where I was No idea what each soul has And I was condemned to agony But knowing the absence of eternity I decided to hope and hope To cling to faith, as one would grope To be freed from this ruthless scheme It would be a lost soul's dream
To be able to see the sun's beam Should be a wish to those who are grim And all who are seeing these Be no different from one seeing things This apparent absence of beauty Shall be the one that entertains misery I think that souls should be here forever But seeing myself, I decided the other I begin to yearn and wish And soon, longing has been unleashed I became hopeful of what was beyond Our world, where darkness had been bound And the chances are perfectly slim For that to be a lost soul's dream
To me who has always behind him When the contest is lost and over the rim I hoped and hoped until the skies gave in And gave me my beloved, but it became a sin We threw ourselves over the rails, into the bay We hoped we could be swiftly carried away Away from the land of nightmares But we ended up in a dragon's lair Where we were ruthlessly killed And whose throats our blood filled Darkness covered our innocent eyes And while we're trying to be nice We vanished and faded like steam And to be alive again is a lost soul's dream
Here below, in despair, one would swim Soak oneself in liquid fire and cream Lamenting and crying, all the while, feeling pain For what? What could we possibly gain? We were gone, dissipated like ash And our souls were regarded as trash What would I give to be able to live again? Faith, memory, anger? What else could be given? I pray, I hope, I sin, I cope With today's pain, hanging on a rope With your life in line, where will you go And where will you run, O Ruthless One of old? What could I do if hell is in a whim When all is lost and happiness is grim I'd see my beloved again, even against the brim And that alone is my lost soul's dream
Hoppsan! Denna bild följer inte våra riktliner för innehåll. Försök att ta bort den eller ladda upp en annan bild för att fortsätta.
I wrote this poem exploring the fourteen-lines-per-stanza structure. According to the notes in my poetry notebook (yes, I have one), I wrote this at midnight on a school day and that I was apparently pulling an all-nighter. This was around March of 2016 and I have no idea what I was pulling an all-nighter for. It's high school stuff, I'd say.
This poem is about longing and regret. I think I described Hell at some point. Other than that, I have no idea what it meant or what it wished to portray. I was just writing.
Latest update: The Grammarly extension on my browser has this feature that analyzes your text and tells you the mood. Well, this extension just told me that this poem was angry. Nice.
So, what do you think of this poem? Comment below. :)
Hoppsan! Denna bild följer inte våra riktliner för innehåll. Försök att ta bort den eller ladda upp en annan bild för att fortsätta.
