Jan 2015
It burns-- Immensely
Unclear why the pain is so bad.
Why does it feel this way--
Locked up but
The treasurer owns nothing,
Feeling the weight of
Other's unknown thoughts--
The new pain
Mixes with the old,
Devouring all in an
Unchanging harmony of this life.
Unclear why the pain is so bad.
Why does it feel this way--
Locked up but
The treasurer owns nothing,
Feeling the weight of
Other's unknown thoughts--
The new pain
Mixes with the old,
Devouring all in an
Unchanging harmony of this life.
Weltschmerz: Sadness over the evils of the world
(Sipping Cocoa in the Rain)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
