amid the silence
turbulent feelings abound
whirling thoughts edging on violence
darkness hovers without sound
in thickening air
see the tendons break
as madness takes reign of care
the price borne from one simple mistake
a heart denied all reprieve
senses first to leave
failed existence
in a mind devoid of ground
reason hinders desired recompense
solace nowhere to be found
but in solemn stare
trust left to forsake
as shadows tauntingly dare
all that hangs in this merciless wake
is the promise one can weave
hope upon one's sleeve
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my created Dasyure Form is a poem of 4 stanzas each with 5 lines of text in the following format:
Stanzas 1 & 3 have the syllable count (in progressive lines) of 5,7,9,7,5 with a rhyme scheme of a,b,a,b,c.
Stanzas 2 & 4 also have a syllable count (in progressive lines) of 5,7,9,7,5 with a rhyme scheme of d,c,d,e,e.
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