Insights of Dante Part IA Poem by unsavable_soulThis is a piece I did a bit ago in reflection of the piece Dante's Divine Comedy. This is part one a brief writing in aspect of "Inferno" which is part one of three.
How far have we come my friend, to find ourselves at such an end.
How long have we been walking, that the shadows are no longer stalking. Day turns to night and our sight leads us back again to the way it started... with the loss of my now dearly departed. We have faltered, stumbled, and fumbled our way down this path with a foresight, we... hath not been graced. Still we attempt to face this darkness that approaches with a maddening pace, no longer we can find a quiet place... no solace for the foolish. We walk onward as if deaf, blind, and dumb. Not numb enough to forget why we started to traverse this enigma... this universe of horrid acts so perverse. Reality the fallacy we have come to know. Has come to grow so distant and in our attempts ever so resistant. The path now jagged and narrow I thought once we might only borrow, but now we're too far gone, left with only sorrow. How did I drag you down such a desperate road, why did you, I so blindly goad forward to this abyss... unknowing hands with nothing to hold may now only reminisce. Under this paling moon, I wish I could have only understood, well before here is where we stood. Forward, back, the direction of solid decision I now lack leaves us here in the night's black arms. Oh my love, your torments, my great harms... The thorns now tear and snare, and I no longer really here to dare the fates that linger and wait. As we lose each other I linger toward the thoughts of when my best intentions smothered you. But I was far from your best lover, instead I was the other who still sought another. My apologies, now on my knees... now truly means nothing because alone now you are left with OUR suffering. Cassius, Judas, oh forsaken Brutus, servants unto this hell of my conspectus. As we emerge the stars in this new sky seem to surge, To purge all the now defined urge. Love being God's greatest gift Oh, Virgil Is there any hope these faults I might some day shrift... My eyes turn, now two deep rifts, to find dear Virgil's thoughts adrift, "To your love, Beatrice, we now lift"...
© 2013 unsavable_soulAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorunsavable_soulGotham City, FLAboutI like to play, I like to say. Many things and many ways, for I have many days. I do not ask, I do not tell. I most certainly do not waste money down the wishing well. I theorize and I terro.. more..Writing
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