Goner

Goner

A Poem by Katannaism

The once warm breath that made the air seem sweet;
Now a poisonous stain in the air;
that could kill me. 
Once a fragrance so delectable.
Now reeks of pain and devastation. 
Tis' cruel fate that us upon me.

The once sand-colored canvas;
that was my protection. 
With the arms around my torso...
Like a python.
Now the air embraces me coldly. 
And my warmth vanishes...
Leaving me chilled to the bone.
O' tis evil angel that hath comforted me. 

Now it is gone. 
And I am the Goner.
Thus saith the Lord. 
The scourge and dispute-
All on my shoulders. 
Unlike the odd shoulder-
that was my resting place.
O' Sweet Memories-
Why do you torture me?
Haunt me still?
Or doth the fates plan to give you back?
I am the Goner-inside an empty void of agony. 

© 2011 Katannaism


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I love this piece, Jenna! Your Shakespearean word choice adds such elegance to such a deep, saddening piece. Your descriptions are strong, sharp and raw, to the highest degree...it's perfect! Great work = ]

-Femme_Gothique (Brittany)

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Katannaism
Katannaism

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia



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