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Poem Details
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| Title: | Melancholia |
| Author: | Mark |
| Date Submitted: | 1/28/2011 |
| Poem: |
Darkened wisps of broken thought Broadcast by personal contact with those of ill Echoes strain to escape but all for naught The rhythm of my soul caught in awash Rush to the depths, escaping this time from being caught To be or not has become an alternative Differing levels of anguish molest without mercy Cantering on my heart as it becomes a sieve Longing to be better than existing on the rim of the abyss I pray to no one, perhaps I will live Riding down this road I can see all that is lost. Essence of body and mind commingle into disorder No difference for me than others I know the cost Can I be saved? Can I be in this world? Or just on the border? Nothing seems as it should be, over the edge of the chasm we are tossed Left at the rear and alone to sit and introspect Problems are solved without your input Small, worthless, not deserving to be one of the elect Carrion comfort is the title of my book Decaying from the inside simply a walking talking defect ... |