Frankenstein Cubism

Frankenstein Cubism

A Poem by Naomi's Poetry

I am alive.
Cold
Lonely.
Dark.
I'm afraid. 
Betrayed.
Abandoned.
Love? I need. I ache.

I question myself, did I do it?
Why? 
How can it be?, I have made life.
Victory!
No, destruction.
Fear, pain. Another? No more.

It is pain.
My disgrace.
Loss and despair.
Look for the light, eternal darkness.
Delight!
Destroyed.
Lost again.
Death.
Agony.

© 2017 Naomi's Poetry


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Added on March 24, 2017
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Naomi's Poetry
Naomi's Poetry

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