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Open Poetry #49

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Xeonox

Senior Member

since 2000-04-01

Posts 1764
CA, USA

0 posted 2015-12-01 06:30 PM

Handful of sins,
A lifetime of regret,

End is constantly inching closer,
Yet time is spent feverishly,

In the honor of the broken spirit,
Let the soul find itself at last,

From the protruding darkness,
Gaping at the end of a thought,

Each devil to his own.

I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality.

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2015-12-01 06:51 PM

Xeonox,
I really like this, it makes me think. The more I read it the better I like it ~L

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2015-12-01 07:04 PM

Yep, I can, and do, identify with this one, for sure, Xeonox . . .

"Handful of sins,
A lifetime of regret,"

This just tells it all in a concise and identifiable way . . .

~ My inner world is my paradise and i am its keeper ~

rainyday
Member
Posts 304
Heartland USA

3 posted 2015-12-01 10:08 PM

Xeonox, Potent writing,
especially liked these lines..
'From the protruding darkness,
Gaping at the end of a thought,'

rainyday J

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