I am wandering the fields of Asphodel.
This is the place where I fell.
A place where lost people belong-
where Persephone sings a sad song.
This place is no myth.
Death guards this place with his scythe.
No ray of sunshine can be seen.
Not even a speck of color green.
You'll hear broken cries everyday
along with my despaired sighs.
I see tears fall from many faces-
tears dropping from longing eyes.
There's no escape to this place.
Try waiting a thousand days.
The only way out is for you to let go.
Move on then let yourself grow.
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Ethereal Beings
PoetryA book of poems filled with everything I want to say. This contains my thoughts and feelings. "We are two ethereal beings- too perfect for this world. Love is an ethereal being- too perfect to exist." Highest rank #124 [August 2, 2017]
