Necrosis XL


Now within the void inearth
Where nothing, rends the thrall
Of everlasting bludgeonings-
Merriment on me falls.
I know not that of anguish
Nor Fey’s undying sorrow;
All the horridness in breathing-
Immured my every morrows.
I shall not feel the Death grip
The raw of Lucid’s wae,
No more Linn of lachrymose-
And unrelenting fray.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Necrosis is my lasted work consisting currently of XLI (41) poems
(a work in progress)...Necrosis is about waxing and waning from a Childhood's hour through Secenscent's view in terms of hypochondriasis , anxiety and dark interludes of angst, whereas, the writer can ONLY write while undergoing a metamorphosis from the horridness of mental instability to sanity.

Starward's picture

Looking forward to seeing

Looking forward to seeing more of the Necrosis sequence.



recherche's picture

thank you

thank you kindly, I appreciate you and your comment , and yes indeed, I will post more of it soon , thank you once again!!!