A living epitome of anguish:
Bleak solitude persuades surrender,
charts abysmal demonic dreams,
devours hope with amnesia.
Explain to your soul why you can't stay,
forge a crevice for wallowing,
grope for a taste of a joyful smile,
hover between exquisite pain and torment.
Issue a contorted plea
(just to go unnoticed).
Kill the Maker of Sin for an ounce of air,
lounge in iniquity for a minute of freedom,
mount lust for a liter of love,
(Note the effort,
opt the easy road, and then
place selfishness before charity).
Quench the darker famished tendencies first,
renounce forgiveness like a bat does the rising sun,
scout a barren heart for signs of vegetation.
These are my aberrations
unstimulating to contentment but,
vastly droll for someone like me.
Will you join me?
(Xenophobia thrives)
You'll like it here.
Zealously, I promise.
YOU ARE READING
You'll never know.
PoetryMy compilation of 10 poems, different forms. I generally write free verse but I occasionally like to sneak in some forms. :)
