Dordrum's Saved Poems

I'm withered and dark without a spark hidden lies hidden eyes in what sane sanity is it for free me from the cure .empty fables chant in my head i lie there wishing i was dead the consequences of thought a passion of protest i agree. Nothing...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the...