Adopted son

by Dante   Oct 5, 2005


Can't remember how started this trip
Memories are taken away by some grip
Trying to get from my mind to soul
Summons only some mysterious dole
On the road I saw the creatures of the One
When they all saw me they started to run

Do you know about suffer everlasting
And the torture it is always casting?
On pain is my existence grounded
There is my core brutally founded

I have power to see vision apocalyptic
I never knew about thing so cryptic
Everywhere I go I'm making a wrack
I'm son of yours and I'm coming back

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  • 13 years ago

    by L

    I like the Ending ...

    "And I'm coming back"

  • 19 years ago

    by HansRik

    Dainz,

    This is a most fantastic piece of art. You are evidently a very talented poet with passion. This poem is very good. The diction is precise and accurate. The imagery, and structure also help to convey meaning. Very well done! This is, without doubt, a true work of art.

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