Discussion in 'Poetry' started by mystiblu, Jan 15, 2009.

  1. mystiblu

    mystiblu Member

    darkened room,
    heavy gloom
    i sit and count my curses.

    eerie music plays
    as i waste away
    and chant its woeful versus.

    half asleep
    yet wide awake
    an echo of reality is what i create

    contemplate my hearts true doom
    lover true
    soulmate doomed

    weave a coard
    of vein and bone
    tie a knot
    of neuse tone
    create a place
    for my true thrown
    a place
    to kick
    to scream
    to cry
    to moan.

    this very place is now my own home.

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