Welcome malignancy into this world
In silent mouth the frozen words to keep,
When your idea can become a sword,
A meaningless reverie in anxious sleep.
Your suffering can crown the head of Woe,
Who reigns in sightless, hopeless, icy lands,
Where the flowers and the grass cannot grow,
And people listen to your sad commands.
Your valley is glittering in the cold,
Your values are waiting to be destroyed,
And pride is a graven image of gold
To disappear when He will be annoyed.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
You pen a deep and dark picture here. This landscape is inhabitable and yet your imagination is alluring. I do not understand this poem, it is mysterious and dark. A nice read all the same 10/10
let the things happen in its own way........ when he come he annoyed....... and the poem give hatred and annoyance........ well write..always smile smile smile....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really liked it, I gave it a 10!