Sorrow Dark Poems

My entire life I've been drowning in a darkness
As a little girl I begged to be loved: Nothing  more nothing less
I kept telling myself...

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You gripped my hips, not my heart
you stoked the fire on my lips, sent me sprawling through an abyss
and left my body tangled in sweat...

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The ramblings of an old man. Whose years have seen what this life is. Whose eyes have seen the cold man and felt his passing...

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(In memory of Uncle Thomas)

Bumpy breeze, like a blasting roar
That day when you did soar without an oar
Twenty-two years of sorrow, too long
For many years,...

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That was Then, and This is Now

In the crypt of our loves memory, we danced so free,
Our romance, a cursed flame, burned with spectral glow.
But...

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Where's the pink-footed goose that evil-minded Warde
tried to catch? Didn't the bird follow his shrieking horde?
He was parched on the white oak over the small...

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DEAD RECKONING

That stain of guilt, it haunts me still
And it will live with me until
The end of days, when that arrives
As we account for all...

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In a land torn by evils cruel hands
where innocence once thrived in golden sand
echoes now haunt barren torched lands
of children lost, tears fall in graves...

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Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever...

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beak
of the plague mask
    lest I smell
your rotting bodies
    strewn
I smell your crosses
  daub your doors
I smell your...

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A Haunting Waltz

As I recline, wearied, on this eve so dark and dreary,
Whispers in the shadows, tales of Victorian eerie.
The moon, a spectral lantern, spills...

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             Echoes of the Heart


I’ve walked this street before, through slick remnants of...

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Her heart has turned to glass
Broken shards that stab her from within
Lost in her sea of sorrow
She hardly feels the tears pouring from her soul
Melancholy...

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Their hands glide across his skin like death
The coolness of hands, without emotion, felt by none
'It burns, it freezes, it hurts so much, make it...

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And that night, amidst the overwhelming sadness of realizing that no one could truly comprehend the depth of my despair, there existed another layer of...

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