Ravings of a Mind Undisciplined

Softly does the night embrace me,

this churning, umbral mass of entropy

about my fleeting thoughts ensnared.

Engulfing without a care for air.

The heedless breath of dawning winter

blown lightly upon my solemn heart.

Flesh molded from so tender an art

dashed again to frozen splinters.

I've begun to play this devil's game

though I've never even learned its name.

To join but takes a bargain's ante -

I simply had to want it badly.

But if love was what I thought I'd find

I surely must be mad or blind.

This thing I feel is nothing more

than misery dolled up like a w***e.

Yet unto Her I placed my vice

as if some noble sacrifice.

If love is found in fairy tales

then I guess my story's gotten stale.

Despite this, I can't help but find

ironic satisfaction of a kind.

My mind is far too sharp to miss

how beautiful a desolation is this.

So come dear misery, defile my bed.

I long to taste your heady dread.

Make me forget these nights alone.

Your pain's less bitter than my own.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Mandi M. Lynch]

The first couple verses don't quite rhyme, and I thought that sounded stronger than the really rhymey verses.
That said, I think it's beautiful.

[Nolo Segundo]

Like all your work, it's so lyrical that the reader may miss the depth of the pain evoked by the beautiful words. (One typo: 'it's' means 'it is'; the possessive form is 'its'. It's a mistake I often made until I thought of 'his'.)

[The Iron Horseman]

Love it! This conveys the bitterness of love gone wrong with delicious bites of irony, satire and self-loathing to perfection. Yet still we crave it...
Please publish some more; I want to read it.