You built my scaffold to the sky.
I pondered that if I could fly;
I would not need to fear the rope,
And living yet might harbour hope.
But you had clipped my wings before;
I'll go a-flying never more.
Except that flight which is my fall,
And ends with nothing left at all.
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Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A reflection on despair. See the reflection on the surface of its deep black water. Let's not plunge in though. There's a certain narcissism in despair. Let's not plunge in!
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my interpretation leaves little to the imagination.. tis all down hill from here.. then zilch.. maybe....
nevertheless certainly enjoyed in a nihilistic kinda way.. Neville
Thanks. Putting the nehilism aside for Christmas 🙂
wise choice... 🙂
Sad emotive write, may the clipped wings soon grow back.
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