Completed! ✅ A tantalizing, dark, sinful collection of poetical works, quotes, wisdom, and insanity by J.J. Rothschild.
In darkness and light
And everything in between...
In the gaslight.
🥇1st Place Poetry Winner of The Titan Awards
🥇1st Place Po...
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The sun doesn't rise on my house of shame — Lonely... Shrouded in the shade.
Accustomed to absence, Being void is all it's ever known — Waning in its resilience, Temporarily on loan.
When the rain morphs into a mighty storm, Unexpectedly rolling in... Its foundation's built on quicksand, And its construction is pure sin.
So it admires the trees to the point of jealousy, That selfishly strangle the ground — Longing for their deep, solid roots That steadfastly anchor them down.
Though the cruel winds batter In a relentless, violent way — Their leaves merely rustle... Strong limbs barely shift and sway.
But the house does not fare, Finally lying in shambles and disarray It tried so hard to be mighty, Cloaking itself in the façade of being brave...
Relying on nothing, Drenched in despair — Knowing there's no one to depend on... No one to be there.
Bathed in that knowledge, Causing pain and rapid decay — Knowing that it's fleeting... Unable to stay.
Pungent is the air That remains in the wake... Overcoming the obstacles Was more than it could take.
It's all dull and barren now, Like trees without their leaves — Just as stagnant and dormant As the life inside of me.
