Bridge this seemingly unabating abyss,
Span the dismal void, which has torn us apart so,
Traverse across the labyrinthine gap keeping us amiss
Wander to where I am, render me, not shattered so.
Discover me, within this cataclysmic hell hole,
Free me, from agonizing chains of catastrophic thought,
Liberate me, from the broken pieces of my own diabolic soul,
Heal me, lest I morph, vexatiously, into infinite nought.
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Poesía#14 on 8 March 2017 Poetry, Prose. Words bled from the very soul. Musings of an occasional poetess. 'Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. It is an abstract art, and I am, but a mere artist ' - Edgar Allan Poe ©wordalmaniac 2016
