Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Severed Quiddity




The tumultuous downpour of fallen dreams
 Disintegrated fragments reduced and degraded
 It’s abandoned relics a tribute to despair
  
Trapped and shackled – the barrier unseen
 The vortex ensues; its maelstrom unrestrained
His Will terminally shredded and diminished
In a cataclysm of adversity

Regurgitated remnants of a vulnerable psyche
 Choke in the putrid fumes of futility
 Despondent and withering from the scourge

Spirit lies mauled in the barren pit
 Where the hollowness of a phantom wind
 Echoes the distant cry
 Of death’s song

4 comments:

  1. I know. Isn’t it terrible when a soul is damaged?

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  2. When you read this to me, your friend had just asked you to write something, I believe it was either happy or positive. I laughed through your reading because I thought this was your smart response. I didn't know until later it was just the opposite, his response to your poem. Uh, I have to agree this time. Come back from the Darkside, at least for an short interlude (it will enhance your literary range if nothing else!)

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  3. After reading the poem he challenged me to write something with a happy ending, which I did. I’ll send it to you and you’ll see for yourself that I can, in fact, write happy things – albeit my definition of happy.

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