All Star Scribble.

Sitting alone abandoned to thoughts,

enveloped by blackness, wading through my pores.

As this darkness cradles me I wonder,

what chances to be alone in this wide blue yonder

Countless souls and yet, 

betrothed I am to regret.

The feeling of emptiness subsides, 

enough for longing to reside

Unrequited love unsated

the cycle continues unabated,

the destruction complete nothing sacred.

All that is left, 

a tattered heart one forged in the tumult of passion,

and the crucible of desire, 

now bereft and left for dead. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Deandra Dawn]

I really like this...I love the word choice and it has great flow to it. Well done.

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"Sitting alone abandoned to thoughts,
enveloped by blackness, wading through my pores."

- and -

"Countless souls and yet,
betrothed I am to regret."

~ incredibly poetic and intense imagery and expression...