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[pseudoSym]

The torpid stupor after the shambles,
the walls collapsing, revealing
a broken heart holding to hope.
Yet where he lies, no hope follows,
nor ever existed,
merely a desperate folly,
and a tear,
slowly rolling earthwards.
Inactive body conceals the working mind,
working and thinking of things past.
Time rolls to a halt before vacant eyes,
listlessly gazing,
seeing little,
hoping for everything,
expecting nothing.

 

[plazma]

Very evocative. I like this one very much.
*orders more poetry like this*
Thank you sir. :D
-plaz out-

 

[apollo]

 

[madmick19]

hmmmmm....hey champ
ive felt like this before too,
soo deep soo real........
just keep smokin' dem menthols dude!!