Necrosis

Necrosis is my latest work consisting currently of LVII poems (a work in progress)...Necrosis is about waxing and waning from a Childhood's hour through Secenscent's view...

                   Necrosis

                    

                      I

 

Alas! The throes of treacherous rocks

Hast fell upon my very breath,

Oh Sisyphus! What labors be?

In Living’s worth to Death.

The angst from Childhood’s fleeting hours

Through endless, empty, Void’s despair;

What was worth sweet moment’s joy-

Shall not I care?

And oh, what dreams escape me thus

From Adolescent’s wae,

The bludgeonings of Onward’s ebb

Oh misery! Thy Imminent’s fey.

But oh, what senescent dreams unfurl

O youth- I cloak, I veil, disguise,

Self destructive screams of ire

From constant, ever, inearth cries! 

 

                  LIII

 

Ne’er lips to kiss me such, alas!

Nor busses, on me splore,

Why Edenic’s love forsakes-

Cannot stand this anymore!

What’s the worth of Living’s ain

When Anima’s mirth belies,

Why dost Eros cause me pain

Herein thus I die- I die!

O Death, thy throes annul

To leave me broken, unadorned;

Ne’er of lips to kiss me sweet-

A Pize of being born.

                  (ew)

Author's Note

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