Your cradle is empty Kurt
It stands cold and desolate
Rocking gently to the rhythm of death
Your shawl lies still in it
Providing warmth
For your absence.
Born into a dawn
Ablaze with saber-ended smiles
You were from the first crow
Crowned with the sins of your forebears
By the third crow
Your innocence
Was cloaked with
The silken finery of counterfeit joy
But still you reeked
of the foul fragrance
of a peasant blue blood.
Between your first crawl
And your last steps
You sauntered drunkenly
Across the face of time
A stranger to who you are
And unfamiliar still
To who you are not.
You stand indicted
Before the pulpit of light
For sins
That saw the break of dawn
Whilst your infant eyes slept
Still you journey
Through the abode of darkness
A prey for the dark one.
Yesterday died before you were born
Today is without life
Still, your infant eyes
Will witness not
The birth of tomorrow
(Inspired by the song “Smells like teen spirit” by Nirvana. For Kurt Cobain)
This one didn’t make any sense to me o
@kaycee, haba 4 u o. Anyways, the piece wasn’t perfect but chaa . . . No b sey e no make sense at all.
Dude, watch ur imagery, twas kinda blurry. Nice work.
@esosa…brilliant ode you got here, so sad though.
Too many like him floating about, perhaps when they find peace within then their spirits can be calmed…I see many young artist in these line you have written.
This poem tells a sad tale- of an unfinished life. Nice @esosa, and very deep too. To understand it, one needs a pair of heedful eyes.