The future is frozen
In the palm of my hand
It sheds the light of regret
From my disembodied voice
I beseech the remains of wisdom
to guide my blind eyes

My strength wanes as winter passes by
My heart withers like a rose wilting through time
The land barren and frigid
As I await for the soil
To be affluent once more

The whispers of death belittles my existence
As each creature dies of hunger
I lose every fragment of hope I had left

My skin, now as white as snow
Lost the last few shards of meaning
A definition hidden in a a world of forget

The nocturne of nothingness falls upon me
My body emulating the color of death
Doting life to leave me

What have I done to deserve this?
To live in a frozen wasteland
With my days numbered by the world
All I want is an end for this eternal winter

Who needs T.S. Eliot when Yen is around?

Aw thanks Bill ^_^ Who's TS elliot?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T.S._Eliot

One of the most famous poets Yen HAHAHA and lovely poem!!

Nice poem...a bit sad...but nice.
I feel like that soemtimes, but only for about a second. It goes as fast as it comes...

I like it, Yen.
I can relate.
But I guess that's because I've got my own interpretations for the poem. :I

Yen, that's a beautiful (I don't know how it fits, but "beautiful" is quite the right word) poem. A bit sad, but I can sort of relate.

Yen, Your writingt is just so Rad.. <3 you much.. And i must say the title of this is pritty rad also.

I love that stanza. Amazing poem. I love the word choice and everything. Chilling and deep. Beautiful!!