The Looming HorrorA Poem by MatthewI've been finding great inspiration in the classic literature I've been reading lately. This is what I've produced from it, it's a poem of ambition and the fear that stifles it.
Placed in a pit
Your pulse is your pendulum And the leper is your friend The looming horror that does not discern and it does not decay It is always there with glistening eyes and the breathe of a man More ominous than self doubt less discriminating than the cold finger of death Approaching the sun is an act of absurdity arrogance and audacity Fit for those who want to fail And the feudalism of foundations and the ferocity of aspirations © 2013 MatthewAuthor's Note
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Added on March 16, 2013 Last Updated on March 16, 2013 AuthorMatthewRepublic of Congo, COAboutI'm a young man, not young enough. I live dead center of the United states in a mountain town. I try to think outside the box when I write. Even if my writing isn't good I'm willing to jump into it an.. more..Writing
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