Friday, September 21, 2018
All Despair Who Enter This Place
We are carried into this world by lovely angels and
tormented by living demons from then on,
they seek you out in destitution and resistance is futile,
though you may find many comforts the only
residence you'll ever dwell is through the harrowing storm
with heavenly gods, but the stroke of reality pelts you
down to the ground, there amongst the viable mortals
who deem you as some subversive monster;
your shoulders carry the burden of guilt,
and your mind wilts in shame, dying,
your blossomed dreams are but nightmarish tragedies,
you can no longer fly away to this blissful glade,
your anchor's a wooden cross, chained to your soul,
to remind you life's a wicked joke paid in full by
the loneliest fool.
by John Hardesty
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