Nether
So drunk in dreams of hope
Was I, a mere speckle of black.
Remaining for that one day,
When my shackles unlock
And my blinded eyes shall see.
So weak in hunger of hope
Was I, a mere speckle of dark.
That wished for a beginning
When already nearing the end,
No less than a withered bloom.
So anxious in attaining that hope
Was I, a mere speckle of me
That once obtained, I realized
What a fool I was for hoping
In dreams of hope unworthy.
As the shackles of purity gave away
And the blind me could see,
'Such a fool' I say
'The me was indeed pure ivory'
And now I bleed into a blur,
For the world i now see
Is me in the stage of perdition...
I now stand free from tethers
Yet enclosed in emotions so murk,
That the mere speckle of me
Has turned far too caliginous to return.
As I endure each day's pain
A stray tear slips by
And slides down my frozen self
'What good is freedom,
If lost our sanctum?'
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Solitariness
RandomDiving into the glory of solitude, Seeking for the presence of another, Seems utterly nonsensical. Yet as you wade through the gloomy murk, Within you burns a light A steady beam of radiance: It provides, To carve a path for you to follow, Like a te...
