Bittersweet Bliss
Singing a sad song, I awaken to a new dawn
A lucullan liaison, ready to selfless spawn
In a deadened dormant, my heart opens to repent
In hells I have spent, now I am reborn, heaven sent
Living in a dying, now spiritually flying
In a constant crying, I’m now purifying
Within darkened walls, I hear Angelic calls
Amidst fatuous falls, now I walk hallowed halls
A self-seclusion, now broken mirrors of illusion
A confined confusion, toward a climbing conclusion
Entombed and enslaved, now I am saintly saved
Drowning and depraved, now I am proudly praised.
Sept.01.2017
Bittersweet
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
A poem any form, consisting a maximum of 12 lines only, each line between 9-13 syllables long. The poem should have a rhyme, any pattern.
Categories:
lucullan, analogy, emotions, moving on,
Form: Rhyme