ReekA Poem by Dream Weaver
I've never known true "happiness" nor pleasure, only solacement desertion and unsought vagrancy..
Loneliness embraces me as a mother lovingly embraces her newborn child. Imaginary voices comfort me as they waft through haunted images of tangled wind chimes.
Reclusiveness seizes me, tightly hypnotic unrelenting I'm caught in it's viscid web of deceit. Now I've become something I never dreamed I could be...
I reek of insanity now spawned from hell, a primordial evil ringing in deaths knell. No more compassion only irresponsibility, smoldering rancour for proper civility.
"Please let me die with some dignity"
© 2014 Dream Weaver |
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