Dilapidated!

 

Weep, yawp, weep, yawp,
O’ life, o’life, why doth thee exist?
Like a starry sky, where’s the cloudless clime?
In a day i born, in a night i fight.

I may , or might not?
Descry, descry, descry,
Listen to an aphony mumble,
For the dark i pray, for the solitude i stay.

Would thou let me be,
A shoreless sea,
Sleep in a nightmare
For a moon, i flee.

Would thou let me cry,
With a voice of prey,
Sentient in a daymare,
For a moon, i’ll die.

Thou mistaketh me,
Which didst lead me forth,
Beshrew me, if i hast my breath,
Despair i be, let darth findeth me.

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I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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