My sorrow is a stagnant loss
of marsh and vines and somber moss.
'Tis quiet here where hope is hushed,
cursed and covered, closed and crushed.
The festered grief of bottomland
where dolor drains to mud and sand--
The rotting corpse of my demise--
the dismal depths where sadness lies.
The fetid stain of dark decay--
the mire and mold of aged dismay.
For nothing lower might I gain
than swamps where sin and death have lain.
Escape will come 'cross bog and vine
in vapors of a wraith's design,
For only death can take me hence--
the dying of my penitence.
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This is a sad and honestly written about the sadness. The way you have written it here is so Unique and truly brings that feeling right to me. This is absolutley magnificently written!! Exquisite! Very Deep and Emotional poem! My first word as I read this was, Wow.
I truly hope it is of times not yours now or past or ever future.
This poem really leaves a very strong impact. You are a Fantastic author, you really catch everything in such a profound way it won't ever be forgotten! most often leaves me speechless as I finish reading. You are Magnificent!
Thanks my Friend, for everything,
Tracey xoox (c :)42