Headcold

Another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/Headcold-POEM-336723599 ), so you guys can see it here.

In time I guess I'll understand the meaning
Folded over in the bell tower waiting for the light to come on.
The insanity of a wish falling from the sky for sanctity,
Because people are in too much of a hurry for understanding,
And words are too much of a mouthful to be spoken.

But I am happy, because the day is breaking
And will'o'wisps are singing through the dusk.
What's in a name? For by any other, time would
Sound just as bitter.

This bloody towel isn't healing
And the funeral is held too soon.
Just a bunch of thoughts on paper, forgotten,
Like the childhood of Shakespeare's headcold.
It's name is John, by the way.

Author's Note

I will almost never explain what my poetry means, since I don't want you to follow my meaning of it. The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3

Reviews

[Joseph Eluzai]

On the spur of this moment, a little difference does not matter at all. Keep writing!

[Dindella]

Thank you! :3