Open Poetry #3 |
Death |
Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
My faith and trust are swept like straws, From out my grasp by tempest's woe, As I devour the bitter ash, Of soul's despair of haunting sorrow. Dank and gloomy mausoleum, Erected by death's loathsome lust, Man's unperverted ethereal mask, Conventions are by evil crushed. Shrouded chambers of formless haunts, Recoil in horror as shadows bleed, Clouds of terror reach fingers out, Dark spirits stalk; hell hath decreed. Wtih mournful soul and quivering limbs, Am touched upon by lifeless breath, Unrelenting desolation, Stand face to face with sin and death. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Mike, you have certainly depicted the emotions that death can bring to the ones left behind. And, once again, I must say I am in awe of your talent! ------------------ Denise |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Thank you for the comment Denise. Just a little experiment. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
An excellent experiment, I might add. |
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