Fait accompliA Poem by Aristophaneswhen nothing seems to change, lunacy seems like a great option
Fait accompli
My fate is that lame Your manias take over Oblique mode your game Don't you think, ever? I suffer; you abandon me, Would it terminate, never? Ridicules aside; you destined Desolate, oh! I am predestined, Asylum to the things you bring My way it's horrible, tearing Me apart with voracity again I'll never fall in love again Fait accompli my doom In the sadness lagoon Death would be an ornament To my life's present Fate is left to your resignation And defeated by contradiction I tumbled to an obscure corner Of my soul and burned by ennui My abominate destiny fait accompli © 2008 AristophanesReviews
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1 Review Added on November 27, 2008 AuthorAristophanesin the darkest of them, LAAboutIm an errant poet looking for that cruel fragrance that invaded me. You are the essence of every letter I write and Im like a puzzle that I would have to redo on.. more..Writing
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