A Poets Demise
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Category : Poems
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What I feel, I cannot explain.
Numb and hollow, sadness always reigns.
I have no words with which to convey,
The depths of my sorrow or the scars of my pain.
Eloquent verse and elaborate thought,
Strung together in a subconscious shot.
My paper is blank but no words shall appear.
I am left staring at the pages, devoid of all cheer.
Streams of tears sting my eyes,
Traverse my cheek, as I ponder my demise.
Oh what a fool that I have been,
Squandered this life, right up to the end.
As I lay upon my lonely old bed,
The page is still blank and I am dead.
-samhudson
