Rodin

Rodin

A Poem by Hugh Oliver

Knee on chin, head in hands
Balled and round
A mind six feet under ground
Desperate Despair
Isolated and wrought.
Darkened hope
A lengthy rope
A choke, splutter, then final croak
An empty shell, 
Decaying smell, 
An end to unrelenting hell

© 2014 Hugh Oliver


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Added on January 3, 2014
Last Updated on February 11, 2014