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my crooked line the dismal and the profane alive in some world in between no choice was presented to remain the decision was already etched in my line the hopeless and the undeterred return in my veins to a broken chamber no eyes can see beyond such clouds the blood is clotted by stenotic means the wanton and the pitied lie in a place too deep to touch no measures of grief suggest any solace the emptiness defines the rightful course the profound and most shallow cross my path to not intersect no perfection can rectify the failure of the crooked line I stumble along |
Additional Notes:
More drivels along my line
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2015-09-05 20:35:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
A very depth of "drivels" Medard -
This poem touches my soul as the darkness from each verse emerges allowing the reader to feel the pain -
and the hopelessness felt with wonderful verbiage to express how bleak this world seems to so many.
I enjoyed your poem - especially the ending - those who are profound and shallow never really see the crooked paths they walk -
Deni