deep down where the lights can't penetrate


covered in sooth

i doused my love with the waters of jealousy,
hath there been a road quagmired with infidelity,
my immortality departs me now,
more human do i become,
i crushed my manhood by going down the abysss,
my flesh drools in Cupid's wilderness

how feint hath my religion become,
how dead hath my Christ turned out,
what gain can there be in living?
what name abounds to believe in?

cause me Ellysian oh Cactylus!
for my soul wonders on some wallow fields
curse my flesh that ye may unravel the seeds

i regain sanity........
when she comes back



Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2007-09-18 at 05:09

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Joe Fern
Pain of loss is great, wether the loss is momentary or eternal.
Never lose sight of your beliefs, watever they are.

i love the classical form of your poem. very timeless

peace,
joe
2007-09-21