DeliriumA Poem by getinthecarpleaseHere we are just the splotches on a canvas cloaked in scorn; “the howl of depression”. A sentence scarred in our sorrow, shadows on the morn, a silent oppression. Upon the keys a chord is struck. Come the cries whilst the solemn soliloquize and carry their burden. Windswept, the poppy groves - rain mars the orchard. Carried in memories as our minds flee from the torture.
Shall we wander the river ‘neath a specter-laden glade or slip into madness? Ensnared in a nightmare atop the glacial blade soaking with malice. Upon the seas a ship is sunk. Come the cries whilst the solemn soliloquize and muster an answer. Hear echoes of delirium sewn in schizoid babel. Surrender to despondency as broken promises unravel.
Here we are just the moments in a period of hate; our spirit forgotten. Crawling for the glimpses of a solitary state; a sadness begotten. Upon the breeze a word sets sail. Come the cries whilst the solemn soliloquize and sear their feelings. Flame curls in the cosmos pit as Atlas stumbles. Strike the pillars of reality and watch as being crumbles. Windswept, the poppy groves - rain mars the orchard. Carried in memories as our minds flee from the torture. © 2019 getinthecarpleaseReviews
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