Open Poetry #4 |
Melancholia of Madness |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
The hardest thing that one can do- Is delve inside the mind.. Within the crannies and the cracks, Not knowing what they’ll find. Deeds, and dreams from long ago We tried so to forget- Aspirations, evil things- We never shall confess. To glimpse the evil of our hearts Perversion of our souls.... Sufficient torture for the worst Worse than a bed of coals. Ah, wretch! The saddest sight of all Which one can ever see.... Is when the enemy is met- I see that he is me. |
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Fairy Colours Member
since 1999-12-02
Posts 169Sunrise,Fl,US |
Awesome. Very thought provoking. --A Little Fairy-- |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Yes...I like this one! We all have our 'hidden selves'! |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
You could not have shot any straighter than this, Gunslinger. Excellent thoughts and true to the mark. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Well, I guess we all have a bit of that in us! good one slinger! |
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samsonheart Member
since 1999-12-20
Posts 72Missouri rez. |
Gunslinger, nice work. I like this one a lot. By the way, you get your name from Stephen King? I love his books. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
How true. Great poem. Denise |
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