T'was a bleak midnight, one faithful o' clock,
My insides, hurling themselves,
Through several recollections of my younger epoch.
For the withering reminiscences of my dire early years will,
Forever and always,
Be of cruel Burdens in my fatigued persons.
Burdens,
Oh Blasphemy Burdens,
Ones in which, of bitterly mindly torments,
The constant tumbling,
Falling Hells upon obsidian steps.
And, with the sudden senses of tumbling,
A wheezing Mistress of stumbling,
My corpse awoke, sudden, an aggravated rising,
Amongst my soul returning within,
A growing senses of yearning.
To now, through the beating of my Hearts,
And through the panting of my Arts,
My realisation; I slipped away, once more, from Its impeccable clasp.
Yet, Only but, for my mind to recollect,
For every Bleakest Midnight, theas to come to me,
'Till my reminiscences will become the frigid, skeletal grasp
Of my unforgiving Past, as of, they are,
Forever and always called upon as;
My Darkest Recollections.
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My Darkest Recollections: a Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems of mine, the first poem has the same name as the title, as at first there was only the first but I have decided that I might as well keep the title the same and call the collection of poems/short pieces of literature I create '...
