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Harbingers of Hollow

Harbingers of Hollow In my habitual haunting hysteria I digress to an abandoned area Voids of dimming dissolving glow The hermetic harbingers of hollow Landscapes of secluded shadow In cathedrals of cacophony grow A salient soul spiritually spiraled Within perpetual rags apparelled My ambient apocalypse of night Demons joy to my severed sight Within my chaotic baneful bliss The kaleidoscope of love I miss Lost within my secluded shadows Sleepless in my cumbrous clothes Living the life of non-existence Into the path of least resistance. First submitted Sept.07.2017 Richie Sambora When a blind man cries June.12.2018 Hollow Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 7/5/2018 10:41:00 AM

Cool alliteration flow in this cerebral offering of pensive introspection, WW. Great poem! Love and best wishes always.

Ravi Sathasivam

Date: 6/13/2018 1:20:00 AM

Excellent. Well penned. Enjoyed reading it.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 6/12/2018 5:57:00 PM

You employ an amazing use of alliteration that gives your poem a special quality, WW. There are many beautiful lines, and the last two are WOW. Best wishes in the contest, Carolyn

Agnes Krampe

Date: 6/12/2018 5:01:00 PM

I spot your signature alliterations, ^WW^ - great depiction.

Heidi Sands

Date: 6/12/2018 4:09:00 PM

This is a powerful poem and the video too. The ending gives goose bumps. I hope this does well in the contest. Keep up the beautiful writing WW! :)

Nette Onclaud

Date: 6/12/2018 3:00:00 PM

such emptiness beautifully designed, WW... very fine!..huggs

Daniel Turner

Date: 6/12/2018 10:12:00 AM

Yeah, loneliness sucks! Great write, WW! Love the song and the artist:)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 6/12/2018 9:50:00 AM

The video truly complements your poem..the essence of your poem is well captured in your concluding lines: Living the life of non-existence Into the path of least resistance. A well crafted melancholy poem--best for a win WW.