4d
My ill-filled mind adrift on winds ethereal,
Hopeless, I muse on my own burial.
I dug six feet in foreign lands immemorial,
As ruminations run wild, rabid, and feral.
Imprisoned self, reborn as antisocial,
Past cohorts are now strangers, fantasmal.
Depressing illusions intensify suicidal,
Knocking on doors of the heavenly celestial.
Yet kneeling at the pulpit feels nothing special.
Words misunderstood, deemed uncolloquial,
Unbothered to learn, It's deemed impractical.
Learning the language they use in their imperial,
To make my plea resound consequential.
๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ธ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐น๐ ๐ท๐ถ๐๐ถ๐!
"๐ฏ๐๐๐! ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐,
๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐' ๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?
๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?"
For endless ages, I wait in vain,
Enduring this stone-hearted disdain.
Forsaken and lost, your silence profaneโ
An eternal ache, my solitary refrain.
Hopeless, I muse on my own burial.
I dug six feet in foreign lands immemorial,
As ruminations run wild, rabid, and feral.
Imprisoned self, reborn as antisocial,
Past cohorts are now strangers, fantasmal.
Depressing illusions intensify suicidal,
Knocking on doors of the heavenly celestial.
Yet kneeling at the pulpit feels nothing special.
Words misunderstood, deemed uncolloquial,
Unbothered to learn, It's deemed impractical.
Learning the language they use in their imperial,
To make my plea resound consequential.
๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ธ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐น๐ ๐ท๐ถ๐๐ถ๐!
"๐ฏ๐๐๐! ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐,
๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐' ๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?
๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?"
For endless ages, I wait in vain,
Enduring this stone-hearted disdain.
Forsaken and lost, your silence profaneโ
An eternal ache, my solitary refrain.
This poem explores themes of despair, isolation, and the search for meaning in the face of divine silence. It embodies a deeply introspective and somber tone, reflecting the inner turmoil and sense of abandonment. The tone is gothic and melancholic, with a distinct sense of frustration and hopelessness. The musings on mortality, the futility of prayer, and the feeling of being unheard give this poem a tragic, almost existential quality.
Plagiarism Notice: This poem is an original work by TheJhonDeLion. It has been submitted for plagiarism checks to ensure authenticity. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. If you find any similar content elsewhere, please notify me immediately.
Plagiarism Notice: This poem is an original work by TheJhonDeLion. It has been submitted for plagiarism checks to ensure authenticity. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. If you find any similar content elsewhere, please notify me immediately.
