I hate this world with its sorrow builds
And narrow is the ground
To left and right my neck tilts
Until my every sigh- a hound’s
I hate this world with many a leaf,
a shadow and a frown
Cover me and shame me majestic like a Mount
I hate this world with its blue skies
Blank & placid,
even as it pours down
I dislike this place for here I am not found
My mind a wandering thief, a bloodied hand & crown
My heart an upturned stone lowly beyond every sound
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
I hate this world with its sorrow builds
And narrow is the ground
To left and right my neck tilts
Until my every sigh- a hound’s
I hate this world with many a leaf,
a shadow and a frown
Cover me and shame me majestic like a Mount
I hate this world with its blue skies
Blank & placid,
even as it pours down
I dislike this place for here I am not found
My mind a wandering thief, a bloodied hand & crown
My heart an upturned stone lowly beyond every sound
