Chambers of the Obsolete III

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So dark, the shadows in my eyes
So light, the hell within my burden,
That I may never say good night
In the calming presence of moonlight.

So vast, the barren spaces of my woes
So crowded, the only things that hold
That I may never taste more than defeat
In the cruel chambers of the obsolete.

03.06.2012 | Categories: Abstract, Dark, Deepening, Heartache, Lamentations, Life and Death, Longings, Meaning, Ranting, Reality, Rejection, Repression, Suffering, The Perils of Living, Unrequited Love | Tags: chambers, Emptiness, Obsolete, poetry, scythe, sleeping, slumber, stages of life, suffering, trouble sleeping | Leave a comment