Michael Smith Poet Rhyme

Days of Sunless

Days of sunless set the less of soul
 
Life in madness round a black of hole
 
Fog upon a bank where darkness quells
 
Drowning out the sense, amid a world of wishing wells
 
Bottomless depths within fathomless deeps
 
Endless torments, end in murky keeps
And all too quick, sands falling lost and fast
 
Grasping hands, slipping slowly further into black

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Laura Breidenthal March 27, 2012 at 11:23 PM Interesting pictures you put into the reader's mind with this spectacular piece. "days of sunless set the less of soul" - very interesting. Always Laura

Dana Smith July 26, 2011 at 11:15 PM Wow I really love this... I would have loved it a lot more if my dad hadn't kept trying to talk to me while I was reading it but I still really enjoyed it. Keep up the amazing writing. Loved it. Take care. Dana'lynn