The Traveller's Elegy

• Artist: Eisette
• Description: I made this up ages ago. I was going for a lamenting but self-sacrificing, weary atmosphere. It's supposed to be cyrptic, so taht you don't knwo who it is, or what they may be doing - all you know is the feeling emanating from the words.
  Comment about whether I got that feeling across?
• Date: 01/06/2010
• Tags: travellers elegy traveller poem lament

I may look like I've lost it, left behind;
The empty weariness of those left to suffer
But I carry my Atlas-like burden still,
Though keep it concealed beneath my cloak
The worn fibres in which I am tougher.
I may be tough now, though when I lay to rest tonight,
I must take off my cloak and travelling boots - Mayn't I lay down?
Comfy, yet agonisingly still and silent once more.

Comments

[Kizmarez]

A poem that is unique. And yes you did achieve that feeling. Though I often do not like this type of poem, this one did catch my attention. Magnificent in its own way.