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

Necrosis

 

 

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.
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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.