No person, loves reasonless
a landscape of that is boundless
lost islanders, are always lovers
isolated royalties often martyrs
we're all professors of sorrow
no path to follow
only hearts shallow
no mind too narrow
stuck in caves and terrains
these lonely souls continually profess
how pretty, romance brings
poets to their own soliloquies
within this landscape
no one can truly escape
life's grim mistake
was to treat love like a game
until you end in a grave
mind stuck in her name
even in your grave stone
you're giving it for all time's sake
Nexis Soroleum Fran
04/21/17
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The Envelope of Nilihism
PoetryI am Nexis Soroleum and these are poems dedicated to the sad truths about life. Death, loss, addiction, vices and heartbreak await my valued readers. At it's core the poems are written to give an interpretation to the psyche of the people that unde...
