To Make Matters Worse
As I ponder, falling under;
Sorrow's source in me immersed
Deep in dreams in dreadful slumber-
Massive loss in Love's remorse
Upon the Edge of Knowing, strongly stands
A fragile friend in tears to burst
In Death to seek our Promised Land,
Or drink the dirt to quench our thirst
(The latter choice to me seems worse!)
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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