Doldrums

Doldrums

A Poem by Leah

Libben e’ry cyclic hour,

In hopeful awe, inveigh;

To be extinct oft’ will devour,

Liknen woe, death durst play;

 

Conformity as role of midwife;

Anticipating labour of zombies,

Dead bore dead, blessing naught life;

As obsidian waters drift wintry bodies;

 

What inwith I crave,

A blade thro’ myne breast;

Staffling a wild rave,

A bequeathal hanging of a pest;

 

So much unrest;

Scrying mortal aft’ mortal,

To wrest myne life of quest;

Sorrow ‘twas n’er more baneful.

 

 

-Leah

© 2012 Leah


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Leah
Leah

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