Our Poem: Stumped

I can almost taste the love that we found out in this filthy cave,
Tangled with spiders webs and fangs, we knew this never change,
I feel the crutch disabling all a thousand words of conflict,
We dance along our fabled silhouettes begging for a second chance,


Who ever was that character in the shadows,
He never said a word to me, babbling inside that corrupt hallow who he knows better than any other soul trapped here,
Leave him with the delusions we always told ourselves inside the light,
No, No-one remembers however he managed to die,
Never in such plane of existence could anyone have survived,
Left with the frail pieces of truth that crept up against his feeble, weak, ear,

Alone inhaling what a piece of work he was left with,
His eye’s must be tainted black by the sorrow’s light,
No longer seeking further insight . . .


Wandering among past woes is a lonely place to stay at night

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