OH MORIBUND AND GROSS DELIGHTA Poem by Miss SharonA fictional write inspired by EAP.OH MORIBUND AND GROSS DELIGHT A THING called FEAR dropped in last night And wound about my heart so tight. HE held me captive lying there, Without a hope of answered prayer! A THING called GRIEF crept in tonight And bid my soul..."Give up your fight!" HE stalked those retched creaking stairs, And seethed the words to hiss..."BEWARE!" A SOMBER THING spit forth my plight Into the air with which to smite HIS helpless captive whimp'ring there And held me fast in mute despair! Oh moribund and gross delight Of darkness with your hand of fright. Creep up my spine...I do not care. For death shall be my answered prayer! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<0>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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Added on March 3, 2022Last Updated on March 16, 2022 AuthorMiss SharonCOAboutMy name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..Writing
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