Away with the sun; I have had enough
Of offering and pleading to this unwanted cup.
I will drink from a goblet of my own dark colour;
I’ll find it, I don’t need your help, dear endower.
Armed with lament from the words of the past,
Of words that concern or jealousy cast,
I search in hope for an angel to come,
But they are all just precious, immaculate none.
So I walk my way back to the enchanting cup.
But this time I’ll just watch, while some others come
And sip from the beautiful, unclaimed goblet,
As I smile, still thirsty, at the final call of death.
Of offering and pleading to this unwanted cup.
I will drink from a goblet of my own dark colour;
I’ll find it, I don’t need your help, dear endower.
Armed with lament from the words of the past,
Of words that concern or jealousy cast,
I search in hope for an angel to come,
But they are all just precious, immaculate none.
So I walk my way back to the enchanting cup.
But this time I’ll just watch, while some others come
And sip from the beautiful, unclaimed goblet,
As I smile, still thirsty, at the final call of death.
4 comments:
Again, i must reiterate, WOW!
All your poetry seem to have a common thread running through them, that of divinity and Godliness. You seem to be slightly put off by the worldliness of this world :)
Do you yearn for some sort of a higher purpose in life through your poetry?
no actually..my poetry is aimed at nothing. its just an expression. one needs to express to be happy. sometimes i don't even think of what i'm going to write about. i just start writing and it all just falls into place..sometimes that is..thanks a lot fr your question, zoofugitive!i've never really introspected this way before. so thanks!
actually i ws well aware of who u r, mr zoofugitive!
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