Inferior Interior

by Chris C - Taurus

Drape your hand upon my pale palm
Follow my cries into this fallen calm
Sink into the gaping gloom that is me
Your innocent soul - jaded empty

Another sullen soul upon this earth
Skin and bones lacking worth
Solely a mind weighted with strife
A malignant mind - questioning life

Deprived and severed sanity
Possessing and loathing vanity
Hopes and outlooks - numb
Society sovereigned sanctum

If only a healthy mind I could comply
Every moment I breathe... I die, I cry
I simmer in my sorrow and wonder why
Now sharing my thoughts from a succumbed sigh

Reason for writing:

    Life...    

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 1999-12-11 23:29:57
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:34
Poem ID: 53984

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