madness

When considering the depth

of alone

and the reason

rhyme flies away

and an ache is left that cannot be borne

 

Stringent fumes echo in the dawn light

choking out all beauty

but only for an instant

as the sparrow dies

it cannot but be beautiful

Reviews

[MsFrazier]

melodramatic stuff is cool. its what im all about. i wrote this poem after being tortured...this is why i call it an erotica..

[Ben M]

Hey, yo, this is hot s**t. YUMMY. THERE IS SO MUCH SPACE IN THIS. WELL DONE. THE SPARROW PART IS A TEENSY BIT MELODRAMATIC FOR ME. BUT STILL. GOOD STUFF.