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My Mourning

I wither away writhing with protest As I toss the option to liquidate my hate Paralyzed more often than just depressed A language not meant to nimbly translate As I toss the option to liquidate my hate The richest pain begins to harvest A language not meant to nimbly translate While vile sadness rapes my inner sadist The richest pain begins to harvest Shrouded deeply in my darkest trait While vile sadness rapes my inner sadist Leaving it baron in its rawest state Shrouded deeply in my darkest trait Numbness freezes my flow of interest Leaving it baron in its rawest state Casual indifference is delivered unbiased Numbness freezes my flow of interest Prompting my defunct deflated gait Casual indifference is delivered unbiased When calloused logic educates the debate Prompting my defunct deflated gait Paralyzed more often than just depressed When calloused logic educates the debate I wither away writhing with protest --4/10/2017-- Choose A Topic: Depression and Sadness

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Afzal Nusker

Date: 7/31/2017 10:53:00 PM

Pantoum is a tough form to handle but I see you have done an impeccable job here.

Lukas Ficklin
Date: 8/3/2017 11:26:00 AM

Thank you Afzal for taking the time in my library :) I appreciate all of your kind words and look forward to reading your collection!

Emile Pinet

Date: 4/10/2017 7:22:00 PM

A somber poem that speaks volumes about the mind set of the author, aware of his surroundings and yet, lost in thought and self contemplation. Emile.

Lukas Ficklin
Date: 4/11/2017 9:49:00 AM

Thx Emile :)

Elizabeth Kinch

Date: 4/10/2017 1:37:00 AM

Absolutely brilliant, great write Lukas.

Lukas Ficklin
Date: 4/10/2017 9:33:00 AM

Thank you :) I look forward to reading some of your library.