Have I lived long enough, this loathsome self?
Happiness, glee, living, loving gone?
The stark chambers, dark thoughts, regret, stagnate, resignate within this
vessel, this vast soulless space.....
Fearing all, no hope only the deepest sorrow
Please, please take me from tomorrow
Based off of all the descriptive adjectives in this poem, some may have a tiny bit of difficulty following, but a skilled readers would have an excellent time reading this. There’s a strong feeling of empathy for the character by the end of the poem.
Ron
I hope in expressing the darkness room is created for light.
John
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