je suis desole -

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wakes … of carnage widen behind me shimmering horizon of hope and prospect (and falsehood) now turned cold, dank, dim - faceless and wan my poison and err has tainted the waters, pure ... things most dear and precious forever scarred no redemption or excuse worthy of the deeds negligence and mistake now strewn at my feet ... massive and black a chasm opens before me oh, how soft and sweet, the darkness ... to dive, plunge fall deep and down let it wrap me like the wings of an angel, forsaken let it rock me, gently, to sleep soft and sensuous the voice that whispers to me from the inky slate ... horror, guilt, pain all gone with one deep, sweet kiss of oblivion oh, her gentle voice is yet warm in my ear her saccharine breath, a divine enchantment ... the Great Void awaits - the blank embrace of nihility and the ultimate tomb of all that IS, was, shall ever be yawns in a parody of the cosmos - the expanse that has ever held me rapt in wonderment - but it glistens not with the life of the heavens there is no glint or flicker to hold the gaze or measure its draft no spinning maelstroms or pulsing strings just a gaping pit, abysmal ... and the only TRUE promise … of liberty. ~ 7th Place ~ in the "Dance of Death" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.