Beneath the waves

Beneath the waves

A Poem by Kristov

Through the seas i travel,

all my sins unraveled.

Lamenting across my shame,

Penthus is thy name.

As the waves they break me,

a thousand knifes upon thee.

Broken, scarred and lame,

Hippasus is thy name.

Beneath the waters that straiten,

in swathes of desolation.

The amaranth of my pain,

Prometheus is thy name.

This tomb, this grave, this shrine,

my fight, my struggle to climb.

A hopeless perpetual game,

Sisyphus is thy name.

Now darkness takes the light,

as day becomes the night.

Reaching in endless vain,

Tantalus is thy name.

No longer are the stars,

the minutes and the hours.

Nor feel the dancing rain,

to wash away the blame.

And never again the sunshine,

nor any of God's design.

No more will flicker this flame,  

for nameless, is thy name.

© 2012 Kristov


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Added on November 29, 2011
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Author

Kristov
Kristov

Ballygowan, Ireland



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A Poem by Kristov