I’ll give an explanation later . . .
There in the midst of beauty sought
The voices of faceless strangers and weary creatures
Bend and mold and stagger with helplessness
Drowned in charity and loved in regret
Oh the blinding! Oh my drunkenness!
Comfort the desolate serenade the despaired
And leave me with my own devices
These selfish desires that leave me wounded
Abandoned from the sweet kiss of time
Oh season of autumn how you bleed into winter
How your children sing with the freezing waters
There is no peace there is no sense of anything
Only the howling of sirens and cursed ambition
For the silent sing songs to only dream
And their hearts riddled with passion
Their minds rot with hope to see the sun
Their faith left dying in the twilight
For they swear there is beauty in a garden
They swear there is hope beyond the horizon
But monsters bear monsters and there is only burning
The memories forgotten become violent storms
The waters take the shape of isolation
And where is home when the silence is drowned?
Where is heaven in the darkest of skies?
And where is freedom in the confines of chains?
For I know the sorrows of old
Her gloom the unwanted shadow
The bastard child of light and decay
And before me lies the beauty of desperate want
Dying helplessly in the gardens they grew
. . . actually I don’t feel like giving an explanation but believe me it’s not meant to be “pessimistic” in anyway and should be more liberating than anything. Paradoxical I know with the image of “beauty dying”, but “beauty” in this poem should be read as more of an antithesis to joy or love as opposed to a product. That’s all I’m going to say but I hope that helped and remember someone somewhere loves you.