Ever had one of those weeks? lol
this week has not been one
for the weak at heart.
An artisan
of a corruptive art;
it's dug its fingers in
and tried to tear my will apart.
Altho withered in the mem'ries
of weeks before,
of what misfortune they stenched
-this one reeks more.
No mundane moon or sunday sun
could ever be wished to come
as the end of this week's one.
My strife
as the days do not end
in this lengthly non-life
where the hours just bend,
seeds a weak plea
pleading the week
to end.
Lo! The Praise!
my soul wil send:
This 168 will finally end.
Poetry by Aven Black
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Written on 2009-07-25 at 01:59
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At its very heartthis week has not been one
for the weak at heart.
An artisan
of a corruptive art;
it's dug its fingers in
and tried to tear my will apart.
Altho withered in the mem'ries
of weeks before,
of what misfortune they stenched
-this one reeks more.
No mundane moon or sunday sun
could ever be wished to come
as the end of this week's one.
My strife
as the days do not end
in this lengthly non-life
where the hours just bend,
seeds a weak plea
pleading the week
to end.
Lo! The Praise!
my soul wil send:
This 168 will finally end.
Poetry by Aven Black
Read 594 times
Written on 2009-07-25 at 01:59
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