Dim To Dark
There is no abrupt halt for one so quick runningIt's slow and generally painful and pronlonged
There is an extensive contimplation
Of reason and motivation, behind which comes forth utmost despair
Your dash is ending! Your talents impaired!
What for, but a strong hold in thin air.
To tell you straightforward there will be a mighty crash
They will hear for miles of the end of your reign
Echoing and deafening and screetching and disdainful
You have fallen apart...wholy and completely!
It's over for you and there is no hope for the future
At least in your dark mind that is all you can find
Your only grasp of life is a grasp of the end of it all
A failure in suspense
posted by Unknown @ 9:59 PM
2 Comments:
this poem is beautiful alx...good jorb...i haven't talked to you for a while but I hope your holidays are festive,
peace,
josh
mmmm
I like this.
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