desperate dismay

13 Mar 2009

·rosschandler

Into the dark and damp abyss Of what my love’s become True my heart’s so cavernous And yes my body’s numb To languish weekly with no words For nothingness does choke The very breath my chest defers Choosing now the smoke Rather would my soul just die Then linger in this hell Where the blood has run so dry And hopelessness does dwell Death at least will grant release Free my aching heart From the shackles of deceit For life had promised art And painted on this canvas strong Thick with hues of grey Isn’t beauty but a song Of desperate dismay

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rosschandler

i write a very dark, metaphoric and literarily techincal style of poetry. i do not like poetry that is prose. i have written since 15.....i believe in grand topics such as death, love, god, cosmos.....i believe my poetry is rhythmic and lyrical and...

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