A Draft of mind

O, the gracious pardons

do give leave for weary sin...

or do make way for lovers departed

solely baring the weight within

strangely thought one man can face a crisis

but one man does all he can...

until his foolishness arises...

surely you'd think, one would've had a plan!

O, how folly of me and of my dream...

as it slowly demises!

beloved oblivion!

By;

The Black Iris Of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[Satchmo's Gal]

that last line reminds me faintly of a lord byron poem. Wonderful

[charlotte talley]

written well I like it.

[M.Kilani]

Immortal oblivion

[Willow B. Coldfeather]

I especially love the second stanza and the first four verses. This is really well-written, I love the imagery you have created.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Nice writing .. i like the bit of mystery .. death or being forgotten..
or something else .. this is well written and flows .. i enjoyed it .. thank you.

Chloe

[Jade (insanity)]

Death?
Maybe... I like the picture it drew in my head...
Almost like something was lost?
Anyway,
I liked it,
Great job,
Jade

[Tate Morgan]

Reminiscing on what you forgot