Sequestered by night,
Misery has found companionship
in the guise of a lemming.
Well aware of its destiny
it gladly continues walking
down a path of damnation
with an imbecilic smile.
Portents ever exposing themselves
with the ferocity of a striking snake;
and yet they remain ignored;
masked by an incandescent veil
weaved from blind faith.
Aspirations of watching flowers bloom
in Spring quickly dissipate
amidst the harshness of reality.
Falling into a lake of fire
the flesh remains unharmed,
but the blood begins to boil
with the intensity of the sun;
christening agony with a name.
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intensely divine... i especially loved the sound of;
"Portents ever exposing themselves
with the ferocity of a striking snake;
and yet they remain ignored;
masked by an incandescent veil
weaved from blind faith."
Really nicely done,
~ w
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I agree with Ava Noire. The last stanza has so much feeling and emotion, that I can see the images inside of my thoughts. The hurt you were feeling really was put on to a spotlight, because I felt like I was in the pain too. Great job!
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The last stanza is the best. I'm glad you were able to take that hurt and put it into a poem, hopefully at least it will help a little.
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