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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Lurid quietude

 
 
 
 
 
Plagued by nightmares,
My life takes a turn,
Blood and gore don’t fare,
Still makes my heart churn.
 
Waking up in cold sweat,
There are visions, that stay,
Tragedies that torment,
Life turns into gray.
 
Like dementors to my soul,
Gnawing away the calm,
Smells so acrid and foul,
Seem to all over, embalm.
 
Knee jerk tears flow,
Swaying in the anguish,
Nothing stems the throes,
In desolation, I languish.
 
Respite, there isn’t at all,
From the infinite agony,
Ordeals continue to whirl,
Dissipating all harmony.
 
PROMPT COURTESY: Poetic Asides
 

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