Transcendence:
A Found Poem
My life had felt like one long night.
It’s seven times cursed,
seven times sealed.
My dreams to dust,
just nocturnal silence
beneath a silent blue sky.
Deprived of the desire to live,
I can only hope
for my soul’s survival.
That's pretty good actually. But what you've really got to work on is spelling my damn name right! lol
ReplyDeleteBut no, it really is good, when did you say that was from again?