frisky darkness the void speaks and I respond
uttering enchantments of death
grey lies neither hot or cold
to respective persons, love the void
feel the tinkling of the music
nah, I'm not in your thrall
seeking my own rhythm I step forward
seeing the sun on the horizon
rattle the bones and disturb the restless
content in their stead
to be led by the nose
into despair and depravity
don't you know you are observed
and made fun of?
scatter the desire
and come back to your senses
in need's hold you wither
chaste of vision will serve you better
wicked hurt will steer you wrong
send you deeper in
the void yawns and another light is swallowed
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despair
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Crimson …nothing is permanent ever.Not joy,not sorrow but despair makes it seem like it will.
Shadows crawl beneath the skin,
where even light cannot seep in.
Hope decays in midnight air
and then despair ignores your prayer.
Take care🙏
hello dearest Benny I love your poem response thank you very much indeed 💕