Without Hope

Sweet aroma from the deep abyss

swims through the decreasing gap

where only rejection remains still



Sweet aroma represents hope as

the deep abyss is like the lust

inside my truly lonely heart of black



Black is cold its dark and closed off

making reality into confusion and

lies into truth with thorns on the soft rose



Upcoming holiday comes always at a time

where i should be without the common

brightness associated with and found in . . .

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was actually written back in 2002 on Thursday, November 7. It is unfinished, yet strikes memories in me so I decided to post it

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