01 Jul



 In my depths of solitude

I stand at the precipice

Gaping into the maw of the abyss

Filaments of what could be

Taunt me with wanton promises

But beneath the ebon glade

I see the lurking of rue

The magenta sirens that repulse my yearning

And prolong my perch

Locked in an endless battle

Neither conqueror nor vanquished

The eternal struggle

That is the landscape of my mind

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Posted by on July 1, 2012 in Poetry


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