Damnation
Under the stars I am,
Looking up to the heavens,
They themselves do not hear my cry,
For I am looking for a rose,
A rose that grows during winter,
That rose is all I need,
For until that moment comes,
The moment that I find that rose,
I am damned to live,
In the island of solitude.
For all I need,
Is that rose.
This poem is about:
Me