My dark poetry, not my usual style, but some contests call for it.
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I look to the sky tonight, searching for a beacon in the darkness that has become my life. / I see a shooting star, and I sigh, like our love it burned brilliantly and went out. / Thats how I feel, burned up, ashes scatte
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(What has gone before) / I look to the sky tonight, searching for a beacon in the darkness that has become my life. / I see a shooting star
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He stands at the precipice, thinking. / His love on her knees beside him, / naked to the world, she beseeches, / pleads, begs, needing more
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Compared to this slow death...
utter despair is a step, -
Gossimer winged fantasy's fade...
the all too sad reality of life intruding -
Light falls short of illuminating
all the darkness in my old soul.
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very thought provoking was bit hard for me to understand don't normally read poetry set in this layout. but many a times have i felt burnt up so can connect good write!
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