I lend my ears to the grave
The in between is where I reside
Not heaven not hell
yet I speak to the dead in limbo
For the deceased have nothing to lose
No place to go
No hunger to fill
The damned and unfortunate is where I dwell
Rotten chambers
My perfect cell
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Poem by ink (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
a sombre and harrowing feel to your write,
but I like your first line especially, a direct gateway to your subject matter
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