Dwindle

Underneath these silent nights,

I recline amidst barren barns,

where I only hear the bewilderness

and contorted whims of my frailing mind.

 

Even the earth now feels my gelid feet

and crescent moon mocking at my lunacy,

now I am not starved for agony,

nor my parched eyes believe in divinity.

 

I know, 

my laments are not absovled,

like my augurs of invincible time.

I witness the walls crumbling each hour

and dwarves folied by HIS flawless might.

 

Even HIS exisitence is now dithered

and soon pall will veil this grim life.

But I am here to cherish my last few hours, 

gazing silhouettes fading by midnight.

Reviews

[Jazique]

Nice, well done with a words and the flow as I see a certain distinction and pattern to your writing styles, which is good. Anyways nice emphasizing HIS and how the words connect so wonderfully of descriptive adjectives.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your use of intrict language and gaging pauses almost titilates the reader, well done, good read.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. Your poetry language is so good. You can create visions and emotions with great skill.
"I know,
my laments are not absovled,
like my augurs of invincible time."
Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote