Alone

 It glides across the sullen sky, alone,
 unknowing of its destination, simply flying
 and it weeps accordingly, for it has sown
 its reckoning and damnation on its own.

 

 Nothing and nobody shall ever be
 able to comprehend its lonely cry,
 the ways its inflection of voice decree 
 its melancholic sadness in an azure sky.

 

 Forever and ever does it roam,  
 starved of love and affection.
 Never to regain a place back home,
 where it might find guidance and direction.
 
 Never will it know the peace inherent of death,
 for it will always remain, festering like a sore
 and in pain it will ache and forever give breath
 to the loneliness, to the depths of its very core.

 

 It will never know the happiness it does lack,
 for its mind is incapable of ever going back 
 to the beginning, when fate stood still on land
 and everything else made its own single stand. 
 
 It glides across the sullen sky, alone,
 unknowing of its destination, simply flying
 and it weeps accordingly, for it has sown
 its reckoning and damnation on its own.

Reviews

[luthien7]

The depth of emotion and imagery in this piece is incredible! A self - perpetuating sadness inherent in the soul, without even the solace of death, its existence is continuance in this. Very well done. I like the repetition of the first stanza as bookends, it sets a nice scene here. Superior work. by way of critique, my eye caught a little on the line: "the ways its inflection of voice decree..." I'm not sure what it is but I might play with the order of words or choice of words here. Just a personal opinion.

this is a great piece of work
Thanks for the read