..and you ask me why I grieve

Gothic poem

Stand in line embrace the atrocity

Dwelling deep in your concience

We clutch to memories barely

Humanity is a stain in existence

Immortality is a question of belief

While death is a welcomed relief

How can you drown your sorrow,

When you can't see beyond tomorrow

Time is dead I mourn no more

..and you ask me why I grieve

A nomad in my own domain

..and you ask me why I grieve

swimming againts the flow

in the endless oceans of desperation

I dream of home where my heart

no more lives in desolation

A place where daylight will always be

and the sun never sets

A place where your dreams are set free

and clouds rain with no regrets

Time is dead I mourn no more

..and you ask me why I grieve

A nomad in my own domain

..and you ask me why I grieve

Reviews

[Mitch]

This seems to address directly the status of life today. "Immorality is a question of belief" indeed. People make up their own codes according to what they believe and pass it off as what should be. It takes a lot to look at those around us and not feel weighed down. I also love the line "A nomad in my own domain". To be at home, so to speak, but never able to settle down. Great use of words.

[Wael Rafik]

Thanks man for your words