Threshold memory ( 2 )
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They tell you about the bliss of a tunnel of light.
Immaterial creatures that flood you with waves of love .
Landscapes worthy of Trumpland that makes you
cry with happiness ..Ho ! Ho ! Ho !
You glide through the kingdom of seraphim
like a care bears series for retarded kids !
Hogwash all that !
Guys ,in the miasma of epidemic tenebras
you're shivering with sweat and thirst ,
stunned by the moans and squeaks of hallucinated creatures
that cling to you with the morbid desire to drag you
into abysses of suffering and remorse ...
Bullshit all that !
This damn' path is strewn
with brambles, ashes and ambers ,
nobody's waiting to say '' I love you ! ''
Alone before and even more alone after die and let die !
And coming back from the nightmare
to find the nightmare again ,
beckoning the sulphurous demons on the road to hell,
you tell yourself with shame and disgust :
'' I clean my soul and alleviating me of a dirty debt ! ''
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Rather dark this poem runs with elements of a soliloquy. Nicely done
Rather happy those who converse with lyre-playing angels !
Black existentialism, where death offers neither solace nor salvation. A grim vision reminiscent of Dante or Lovecraft.
Taming the inner monster .
This poem demands courage from the reader – to gaze into the abyss and admit that it’s staring right back.
I also contemplate my own abyss dear friend !
Life is strange! When you are young you think you are invincible! When you grow old you realise you are not! But wisdom comes with age (if you are lucky) and you learn not to fear death. It awaits us all!
A dark poem, with some interesting imagery!
Thank you for your wise distant view !
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