O' My ConvalescenceA Poem by Adam M. SnowDarkness falls upon my essence, Alone am I, miserable I feel, Take me home, O' my Convalescence, I speak with my breath, I steal.
Previous Version This is a previous version of O' My Convalescence. O' My Convalescence By: Adam M. Snow Darkness falls upon my essence,
Alone am I, miserable I feel, Take me home, O' my Convalescence, I speak with my breath, I steal. From the pit of womb, I rest me head,
I wait alone, cold and dead. Contemplate my very being, Continues my way without seeing. I wait my trimester, day and night,
Locked upon this old chattel. I prayed with all my might, And all seems but a prattle. My body grows lame upon senescence,
But still no signs, O' my Convalescence. Purge my heart and end my sorrow, I regret my coming morrow. End my pains, my foolish regrets,
End my nightmare, O' my Convalescence, Manifest poignant of death's silhouettes, And let it be, my final acquiescence. O' where does my Convalescence lay?
Searched my chamber, night and day. I cried the night the reaper weary, Upon the morn, the day grew eerie. The agonizing pain aches my heart,
Misery scourge, O' my essence, This journey I must impart, Alone, without my Convalescence. Demented, I now may be,
Death has shown no mercy for me. That elusive thing the soul, Hath no revenge in it: as it is whole. To be myself that is no longer,
Hope abandon as time grows old, In need of a dream to monger, As my fortune foretold. Narrate my life before me,
It importuned to see, My misery affliction, Like staring in a broken reflection. O' where be my Convalescence?
A journey to the far ends of the Earth, Shattered and broken is my essence, And I, fearing my never coming birth. A birth to cease forevermore,
And the past behind me to bore, Haunting me, O' my moon luminescence, Abandon, O' my Convalescence. What may be the chains upon me?
A burden upon life, now living. O' My Convalescence now blind to see, Or of itself a new misgiving. © 2011 Adam M. SnowReviews
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1 Review Added on March 16, 2011 Last Updated on March 16, 2011 Tags: poetry, dark, darkness, pain, death, Convalescence, home, womb, alone, day, night, nightmare, sorrow, love, romance, reaper, earth, birth, fear, family, friends, dreams, snow, mother, father, brother, sister, fantasy, emo, gothic AuthorAdam M. SnowPhoenix , AZAbout"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more..Writing
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