Taunted

Taunted

A Poem by Dream Weaver

Blood shot eyes, dark distant and disillusioned.

serrated strips of aching flesh where his heart

once beating, now silenced by insidious mirth.

 

Taunted by beauties plasticized arrogance, he

lay hidden in loneliness obscured and rejected.

His confidence shaken, his desire dilapidated

he ponders deep thoughts of everlasting doubt.

 

Exquisiteness avoids him, pestilence leading to

post-mortem, how much more shall I endure.

The love of a beautiful woman he beseeches,

will in no way be a staple in this poignant life.

 

Providence summons vague sacraments of

hopeful optimisms, surly to be pulverized by

beauties plasticized arrogance unaccompanied

and dismissed, he departs this life alone…

 

 

© 2010 Dream Weaver


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This sounds like the male version of me, at least when I'm in my 'Sara Von Doom' mode ... lol

Posted 14 Years Ago


big words, all in the right order

well done

Posted 14 Years Ago


beautiful, really puts you into the torment of the subject

Posted 14 Years Ago


really got into the workings, mind, feels, and even soul

Posted 14 Years Ago


a happy note ever once in a while--hmm--
great job as always loved it:)

Posted 14 Years Ago


I think this something most people can relate to. It's wonderful.


Posted 14 Years Ago


crushing~ love in an unyielding ground~

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on September 1, 2010
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Dream Weaver
Dream Weaver

Paradise, FL



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