Ring of Anguish



Memories, yea, even life fresh ever strives

And fades through the soul as echoes woe

The thumping architectural dome, gloomy

With eachother in love's undying vacuum

Truth cherishes nothing but whomsoever

Works wit by entwining the lack which loses

Roots cradling the admonishing rose bush

And so we choose to prune what's left of us

That gracefully may flow unto promiseland

Away clasping rings and hearts in anguish



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Nicely stated poem.