trapped—
yearning—
in darkness—
wrapped in lies
of cold reality—
buffeted
about skull and torso
with misgivings—
and soulful sphere
stagnating—
seeking light—
reaching for
warmth of hope
in brightening dreams—
deluded—
precluded from fruition—
finding only emptiness—
raw bloody emptiness—
in pain of being—
enshrouded
by existence
--Mishka Zakharin
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Love it. That sums up quite a view pieces of mine. I have so many dark and angst poems. Another piece of art!!
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awesome
I love the short lines in this. It adds alot of drama in a sense. I love it keep it up, i look forward 2 reading more from you
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