unto this night
A Poem by Pablo Cole
Unto this night At length do I speak I define it beauteous Whilst others proclaim it bleak
No sooner would I invoke this malcontent Than reproach what would transpire But this night overwhelms me And evil is whatever men may conspire
Victim of my pendulous nature I know never can I refrain From this nocturnal envy To feel the beauty that in it remains
To live my life accordingly However, fate transcends! As destiny runs its course A beginning unto its end
If I had half the beauty of the night No more than would allow I would cherish this placid amenity And never, it, would I unhallow
© 2014 Pablo Cole
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Added on September 29, 2014
Last Updated on September 29, 2014
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Pablo ColeSt. John's, Canada
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poems primarily about solitude, isolation, love/hate, rejection, mental illness, beauty, and life exquisite. more..
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