Saturday, February 27, 2016

Of Doubt

I once said that I could not be privy to the lonely
Flower that crawls up the walls of decay-
Remembrance is a forsaken Poet that dusts reason

From the rhyme.  I have forsaken the lonely flower
And he has forsakened me
We have yet given up dust to dust
Why?  I don't know of virtue, whatever will
Be impressed upon me.  I eat the wall of decay-

Just like a corpse that swallows the rim of doubt.

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