...Sorrows of the Lost
Tell me of a time when I could no longer
rhyme
Poems hold no depth in this ancient regret
I’ve sown all the words of meaning
Emptied the pool of hallowed dreaming
Burrowed into the antipathy of my dark shadow
In hopes it would help the words to flow
I cut into my flesh and let the world know
How was I to know the blood would take its toll
Empty this once poetic soul
I put the pen to the paper and feel
Nothing is real
A catastrophic break as I forsake my moral bounds
Cut deeper in desperate hope of what may yet be found
In the end it put me 6 feet underground
A poetic whisper of finality in my death
I smile as I surrender my last...Breath
© 2020 SolApathy
Author's Note:
...In the chase of poetic thoughts I lost -- I paid the ultimate cost
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