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Poetry News Post #200

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Written by: Karmia Arnathal, Priestess of Gaia
Date: Thursday, April 27th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone


Despair


The fire dims out as slowly I wither
My heart has been pierced with a tiny slither
The pain remains as i see me
and my mind reels as to what i shall be
What i have become a montrous fate
I am the epitimy of everything i hate
i cannot cope, cannot go on
It has severed, my link my bond
In this time i sit and contemplate actions
Actively seek out all of my factions
See my flaws, see my wrongs, i see my life
It stares mocking me, my spiritual knife
it cuts me deep, a wound never healed
I collapse in despair my mind has reeled
Cover my face, to hide my shame
But everyone see's, that its me to blame
A strong will, easily severed
My dreams and aspirations easily withered
My soul shakes free as i drop to the ground
I escape myself and depression i've found
My life an empty husk now as sit and dwell
And inevitable fate of pain is where i have fell
Hold on for dear life as my tears flow
I am gone, my soul, my life, no more they glow.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 246 AF.


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Poetry News Post #200

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Written by: Karmia Arnathal, Priestess of Gaia
Date: Thursday, April 27th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone


Despair


The fire dims out as slowly I wither
My heart has been pierced with a tiny slither
The pain remains as i see me
and my mind reels as to what i shall be
What i have become a montrous fate
I am the epitimy of everything i hate
i cannot cope, cannot go on
It has severed, my link my bond
In this time i sit and contemplate actions
Actively seek out all of my factions
See my flaws, see my wrongs, i see my life
It stares mocking me, my spiritual knife
it cuts me deep, a wound never healed
I collapse in despair my mind has reeled
Cover my face, to hide my shame
But everyone see's, that its me to blame
A strong will, easily severed
My dreams and aspirations easily withered
My soul shakes free as i drop to the ground
I escape myself and depression i've found
My life an empty husk now as sit and dwell
And inevitable fate of pain is where i have fell
Hold on for dear life as my tears flow
I am gone, my soul, my life, no more they glow.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 246 AF.


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