Re-re-reopened a poetry thread for anyone who's into this marvelous art
"A poet looks at the world somewhat as a man looks at a woman" Wallace Stevens Opus Posthumous (1955) "Adagia"
Pen-name: Lucius
Favourite material: melancholy, pessimism, betrayals, sins and dying unrequited love.
Inspiration: melodramatic mangas, Nightwish, ballads and booze. Of course, not to mention my Long Lost Love.
A dream of tomorrow
Lay down to sleep, no one beside
An emptiness refills tonight
Will tomorrow be, like my dream?
Of a dark field can turn ever green
As sorrow shall fade away in the light
Or will I die, still alone in this fight?
An hour was short, yet extended
The sadness I tried to hold, so condensed
A dirge I heard, composed by my heart
About my dream of tomorrow, the end of sorrow
The children will be fed, I pray
And the strays have found their place to stay
Love will be resurrected, from the grave
To give this world hope, one more day