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I just wrote this five minutes ago as I was browsing my computer for poetry and I realized with a pang of guilt and disappointment that I had not written a poem in four months. And so comes the introspection, and feelings of regret and selfdoubt...
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Drama - Words: 107 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-17-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2262424
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What has happened,
My mind cries,
To the sustaining illusions of life?
What has happened,
To the poet within?
In the midst of a swirling life
Spinning, faster and faster, until
All words spoken are for one only cause
Sayeth I, behold! The misery awakens.
Disappointment confounded!
Death arrived at the door to purity,
Took what it could, leaving no light
Seized the words and thoughts of a soul,
Dolefully mindful and aghast!
What has happened,
My spirit screams,
To the dreams of abstract beauty?
What has happened…
Head bowed, dost thou understand?
Broken down, thy withered soul in pieces!
What has happened,
To the poet within?
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