Life Is Foul
A dark, dim, dismal den
Profoundly bleak
Heartache bleeds
And love always ends
Black is the shroud
Of times flash
Falsely dashed
Upon a rain cloud
The storm arrives
Love sojourn
Like never born
The weather takes a dive
Pain insists to throb
Inside my ear
I cannot hear
What life has robbed
Profound mound of feces
The smell so strong
Darkness’s throng
My life is in pieces
“Peace does not exist
Where pain produces furrow
And life throws a maximus
Of dark, dim, dismal sorrow
Why do I suffer so
In a pit of shiftless soil
I’ll never get a go
To remove all my turmoil
I prolong my faceless grief
Produce a painful growl
It will never, ever be brief
All eternity life is foul”
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017
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