Spaceopath

[TomeWalker]

The strangest meloncholy of space.
thy flickering soul, lighting my face.
Divinely warm, and chosen to be
describes only coldness, in a wind I can't see.
insanity, shuffled my spirit -
and for the wrong reasons I was lit.
mercy, the realization of it,
the sharpness of dark,
and the ubiquity of light.
Both of those fit.

When exhuming truth is an undergrowth of transfer,
Apathy is a warming and deceiving spur.
When mental exhaustion, is a hell left to wither,
A flower does not know how to shiver.

What's with all the abstracts like insanity, dark/light, divinity, mercy, apathy, and truth? You should be giving us more imagery instead of these meaningless words. Readers think in images, not nonexistent concepts.

Also, it's either very incoherent or I don't understand anything about this poem. Example:
"When mental exhaustion is a hell left to wither. (fragment) A flower does not know how to shiver. (senseless, even if it was attached to the previous lines)". If you can explain the poem, please do. I'd be happy to listen.