Life maintained, bleak, angry is the pain.
Darkness walks by my side, life I cannot
abide. My thoughts find no comfort I have
searched everywhere. Silence, graceless,
hopelessness, spent intent and fright. Defaced,
a wilting world, nothing sacred, lonely souls
waning whirl. What lays in the end, weakening
breath, the door to death I have no regret.
10 thoughts on “Substance in Thought…”
Deep, dark, meaningful and beautifully executed.
Thank you so very much. Ann
I can feel this piece. I really enjoyed your use of punctuation on this one.
Thank you for your comment, they are always appreciated and helps me to see what works! Ann
I’m just coming back from a blogging break (both reading and writing). I’ve really missed reading your work.
I hope you are rested, and thank you for your kind words. Ann
“the door to death I have no regret” ….true words, beautifully written. Thank You!
Thank you Gary and for taking time to stop by and read my work. Ann
I love the last line, beautifully written. Thanks for the follow 🙂
Thank you for stopping by, and for the comment and follow as well. Ann
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