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Rotting Abyss



Rotting Abyss
Sinking in a mist of my own rotting abyss
Tortured by thoughts of an existence missed
As I dream of a time ever-present of a lost past.
To merriment of my loves hope that did not last.

Under an unquenchable heart, I have been deceived.
Her reasons were never specified when she did leave.
She negated all my words with a goodbye kiss.
Cynically she told me I would never be missed.

Someday from the mist of the rotting abyss
I shall meet a loving woman wanting my kiss.
Her lips will be as sweet as a cherry from the tree.
She shall share my life and only want to be with me.
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Submitted on July 05, 2016

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Scheme AABCC XXAB AADD
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 577
Words 115
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 5, 4, 4

Norman Wilson

IntroductionForgotten are the times the tick of a clock once chimed sobering sounds that caressed my hearts nightly dreams. As I awaken to the touch of light that burns upon a candles wick flickering my words for all to see. This drives my thoughts through the darkest of nights of loneliness that renders my quill upon parchment with ink that dances to minds and souls.Now I hear the screeching of my heart when the blue horizon covers the orb of emptiness.Within the shelter of my mind with little, purpose other than my words that keep me sane. These are my new poems I have written in the quiet of my night, forever wished away in a writer’s pain. As I strive to write that perfect poem that, my soul desperately seeks. Then and only then can my words rest upon a sleep. more…

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