Kokoro Daisuke and her sad sad attempts at poetry...
PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 7:54 pm
A couple things about the poem (actually, to be specific, it's a sonnet) below:
1. It's written from the point of view of a character of mine (who happens to be named Torres. ^^; ), who was hurt both physically and psychologically as a child. It was meant to sound a bit dark and give a sense of hopelessness.
2. I use 'the gods' instead of 'God' because Torres exists in a fantasy story line where there are multiple deities. I don't believe in any of it, but I was trying to stay true to the world and the character, since this may play a small role in the story itself later on.
Torres' Tears
A darkened heart in my bosom doth lie;
I hear it call out vainly for the light.
And like my heart I too so vainly cry,
And beg the gods to bring dawn to this night.
A broken spirit dwells in this empty shell;
A hopeless dream does this crippled child chase.
No tears left to shed in this dried up well,
No arms here to comfort with warm embrace.
I feel the lash of Hell’s whips from below,
While blindly I cry for Heaven’s mercy.
But nay, I’m forever here in shadow,
And salvation’s light, never will I see.
Though upon my knees I hope and pray,
For these blind eyes to once more see the day.
1. It's written from the point of view of a character of mine (who happens to be named Torres. ^^; ), who was hurt both physically and psychologically as a child. It was meant to sound a bit dark and give a sense of hopelessness.
2. I use 'the gods' instead of 'God' because Torres exists in a fantasy story line where there are multiple deities. I don't believe in any of it, but I was trying to stay true to the world and the character, since this may play a small role in the story itself later on.
Torres' Tears
A darkened heart in my bosom doth lie;
I hear it call out vainly for the light.
And like my heart I too so vainly cry,
And beg the gods to bring dawn to this night.
A broken spirit dwells in this empty shell;
A hopeless dream does this crippled child chase.
No tears left to shed in this dried up well,
No arms here to comfort with warm embrace.
I feel the lash of Hell’s whips from below,
While blindly I cry for Heaven’s mercy.
But nay, I’m forever here in shadow,
And salvation’s light, never will I see.
Though upon my knees I hope and pray,
For these blind eyes to once more see the day.