Loathly Drear
Hollow the deep,
a bitter life so spun
Malice for dreams,
in heart of loathly drear
Drawn breath of life,
one's air of putrid stench
All within reach,
victims to direful touch
Conscious set side,
glowers besmirching eyes
Ominous look,
reflections of inner self
Portal to soul,
consumed by plaguing mire
Dark languid pools,
void emission of light
From grimaced smile,
lashes vile scorching tongue
The voice so stings,
spewing forth spittled fire
Thoughtless fool,
shallow ways come with due
Destined to fall,
stumbling across the heaped
Abandoned cries,
known faces turn away
Presence that's shunned,
suffers own loathly drear
© C.E.Vance
the mind gets filled with decaying debris,
months and years of empty words,
like a cluttered closet never cleaned
cobwebs begin to form and spaces fill
dying matter clog the once well lit corridors
with unresolved differences
silent inner wars, like tremors
below the fault line rise,
passions left ignored collide
between an empty page and an empty life
lies her heart that yearns to speak,
but utters only anguished cries
bitter reminders of more rotted cavities
inside the tightly packed memories
boldly labeled 'forbidden'
she lashes out,
and for another moment,
what she has resisted for years is hidden
9:08 PM 7/3/2013
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