The Saddest Poem

I wanna sing the saddest songs as if I would die
and then I wanna cry my heart out as if I’ve lost God…
I wanna run in circles within an untamed wilderness
after my tears have equalled the waves of the seas…
and find myself at the top of a snow-capped mountain
screaming my frozen lungs out and hearing only my voice
transmitting the rage of my burning heart.
Distorted and soul-starved,
I don’t ache to feel a little less alive…
Nor do I merely ache…
My madness does not represent a longing for joy
Not even a longing for death.
My loneliness is not soothed by company.
My burden blinds with light.
There is nothing more worse for me and ill
than the simple mediocrity when I do not sing when I will.

11.01.2013 | Categories: Abstract, Alienating Thoughts, Beauty, Deepening, Divine, Epic, Freedom, Lamentations, Life and Death, Longings, Lyric, Meaning, Nature, Spoken Word, Stages of Life, Suffering, The Perils of Living | Tags: not being able to sing, pain, poetry, saddest poem | 1 Comment