Desires dredged along in verse.
Scouring depths of manic soul.
It's life fast fading oozing worst,
From it's weaving breathing flow.
Strangulated in it's message sated.
Anticlimactic coma at it's end .
Cerebral motives self imploding,
Spewed waves of ghosts transcend.
Once it's body scrolls down descending.
The parchment's fill in final phrase.
It's only powers, a memory avenging,
A requiem hymn of poetry saged.
by Suseann
2-19-2009
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Love the word choice here, every word works to set the scene, bravo!!! I like it.
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I'd actually written this for a contest before taking note that the host didn't want rhymed. But posted it on my page anyway,just not in any comp.
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